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Post by Hope Marie Mikaelson on Jun 15, 2014 14:21:25 GMT -5
outfit: www.polyvore.com/alex_russo/thing?id=101094336Hope Mikaelson lay sprawled lazily on the dark brown leather couch as she attempted to entertain herself while he rest of her family was out of the house. Well, there was Elijah, but he wasn't much fun. She decided to play a game of thumb wrestling, with herself. "One, two, three, four, I declare thumb war.. come on lefty, go for his hang nail. His hang nail! Hehe, cheater."25-36 www.youtube.com/watch?v=-MVjGTV0UyE |
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Post by Annabelle Marie Colson on Jun 15, 2014 14:25:46 GMT -5
Elijah leaned against the wood frame of the door, watching his little niece. She was the best at keeping herself entertained, when no one else was there. "Having fun?" Elijah asked her, walking into the living room and sitting down on a chair, across from her. He crossed his legs and watched her intently.
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Post by Hope Marie Mikaelson on Jun 15, 2014 14:30:31 GMT -5
Hope sighed irritated that she couldn't leave the house. It had always been a rule. No leaving the house without both Elijah and her dad. People wanting to kill her wasn't as exciting as it sounded.
"I'm bored."she whined as she moved so she was hanging upside down from the couch.
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Post by Annabelle Marie Colson on Jun 15, 2014 14:32:46 GMT -5
Elijah chuckled and nodded. "You could study? Or Read?" He offered, trying not to laugh at her hanging upside down. "You're gonna give yourself a headache doing that" Elijah pointed out.
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Post by Hope Marie Mikaelson on Jun 15, 2014 14:35:54 GMT -5
"No, I'm pretty sure reading would give me the headache." She said in a rather positive tone. She sighed and rolled to her stomach so she could at least play with the carpet threads.
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Post by Annabelle Marie Colson on Jun 15, 2014 14:38:58 GMT -5
Elijah just chuckled some more at her. "Is there anything in this house that you like to do? Computer games? video games?" He honestly felt bad for her, she was just so bored, but he couldn't think of anything to do with her.
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Post by Hope Marie Mikaelson on Jun 15, 2014 14:49:10 GMT -5
Hope put a thumb down "Lame." She sighed and rolled off the couch, flopping onto the ground and mumbled incoherent words into the carpet.
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Post by Annabelle Marie Colson on Jun 15, 2014 14:55:17 GMT -5
He raised an eyebrow at her. "Food? I'll make you a snack? Or Pre-dinner?" He asked, unsure if she was up for food or not. He couldn't think of anything else she would want.
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Post by Hope Marie Mikaelson on Jun 15, 2014 14:59:18 GMT -5
Hope sighed and rolled over, placing her hands over her stomach "No. I want to go out. You know, not in a prison."
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Post by Annabelle Marie Colson on Jun 15, 2014 15:06:58 GMT -5
Elijah shook shook his head. "No Hope. Not until your father gets home. You know how people are, I don't know, trying to kill you?" He asked, standing up. "I'm getting you food." He said and left the room.
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Post by Hope Marie Mikaelson on Jun 15, 2014 15:12:35 GMT -5
Hope groaned and watched him leave, an idea popping in her head. What could it hurt just to take a little stroll? She got up slowly and very quietly tip-toed for the door. Putting her hand on the knob.
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Post by Annabelle Marie Colson on Jun 15, 2014 15:19:01 GMT -5
Elijah heard footsteps from the kitchen and appeared behind her, with a PB&J sandwich. "Nope. Not leaving. But, I do have a sandwich for you," he said, holding it out for her. If she was going to act this way, for until Klaus got home, it would be interesting.
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Post by Hope Marie Mikaelson on Jun 15, 2014 15:26:31 GMT -5
Hope groaned "You couldn't have stayed away for like two more seconds?" She asked as she snatched the sandwich from him and plopped down on the couch. Why did she have to always stay cooped up like this? It wasn't fair, she was bored out of her freaking mind. She had to be homeschooled, she couldn't put her elbows on the table at dinner without both Rebekah snapping at her and Elijah calmly correcting her. Why did she need to be corrected? This was America, home of the no manners.
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Post by Annabelle Marie Colson on Jun 15, 2014 15:32:34 GMT -5
Elijah shook his head. "No eating on the couch, Hope. You should know this by now" He said, having his arm out to lead her into the dining room, where there was a plate and a glass of water ready for her. He tried everything he could to get to to finally have some manners, but it was just so hard. She just never wanted to listen. "Come on, Hope" He said, waiting patiently.
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Post by Hope Marie Mikaelson on Jun 15, 2014 15:40:15 GMT -5
Hope frowned and pouted as she sat down "Ugh, why? Who cares if there's crumbs on the couch? You pay a maid to clean every day for a reason. I might as well give her something to clean." She said, placing her elbows on the table. She had only a hint of an English accent from being with her family, but still an American accent from Marcel and the movies she watched.
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