Posts by HAZEL L.

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OH
YES
CHOICE AWARDS ARE FUN.

and feasts get a little boring sometimes, so i definitely vote for the games.
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"Thanks. I already cut myself, and it hurt pretty bad, so I'm not making that mistake again." Hazel replied absently, holding up a tiny bandaged paw for Percy to see before going back to her task. dreamíe suggested that Percy get a pen. A ballpoint pen that could turn into a sword. That was logical, right? Nope.
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Oops. She hadn't meant to make things awkward. Then again...the kitten stage was the definition of awkwardness and adorable qualities. "You give rides? That would be so much fun!" She gasped, golden optics lighting up with delight at the prospect of rides. It sounded like a heck of a lot of fun.
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...I think Hazel's might be in a second by aly and aj. :3
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Hazel shrugged. "I was practicing with it. I flipped it up in the air, and tried to catch the hilt in the palm of my paw, but I got the sharp end instead." She replied, not really wanting to talk about it in front of her mother. Next thing you knew, her spatha would be up on some high shelf she couldn't reach.
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annabeth + hazel? I don't think they ever really got a thread. cx
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"Hazel...Hazel Levesque. Nice to meet you." Hazel had given it some thought, and she had liked the new last name she'd come up with. It felt suiting. But, there was no announcement necessary; it was only a last name, after all.
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On cue, dreamíe began to squeal. Hazel, however, was trying hard not to smile. "Isn't it cold?" Hazel asked, flicking an ear as her whiskers quivered in amusement. He looked like an idiot.
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Sure! Don't worry 'bout it. Cx
annabeth + hazel
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/raises both hands
they look absolutely terrific <33
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Hazel wandered over as well, pleased to have new members. She knew everybody by now, and it was time The Regime got some new people! Of course, Disneypaw was one of those new people, but Hazel knew her already. The cocoa-coloured feline sat down in front of the ivory deer, and smiled at the loner.
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Hazel was sitting on the porch of the ski lodge, tying something into a knot. She was nearly done with the sheath for her spatha, but she wasn't sure what she was going to attach it to. The weapon itself shrunk to accommodate her size, but it was still much too heavy to carry on her.

Sighing, Hazel shrugged off the question and slipped the cavalry sword into the sheath, closed the clasp so it wouldn't fall out, and wandered off to go find a tree to hit.

[rushed + low muse. :p]
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"Well, welcome to The Regime, Ray! I'm Hazel Levesque. Nice to meet you." Hazel introduced herself, while dreamíe vainly tried to get the feeling back in her fingers.
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Hazel jumped, startled by the sudden voice. Turning, she breathed a sigh of relief when she found it was only Annabeth. Honestly, she was a bit disappointed that it wasn't some monster attacking her, because she wanted to use her new toy.

Instead, she just nodded, and allowed a smile to slip onto her cocoa-brown features. "It took a while, and it'll probably break, but that's alright. I was just off to practice with it; want to come?" Hazel asked, jerking her head in the direction she was headed.
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Half of Hazel wasn't really expecting Annabeth to say yes. Suddenly, she was quite self conscious, and wondering if she would make a fool of herself again. But Annabeth wouldn't laugh at me. She assured herself. Right?

"Do you have something you fight with?" Hazel asked. The girl continued on to a little cluster of pine trees with a maple sapling here or there. Most of the trees already had harsh scratch marks. "I'd like to practice with a partner, instead of trees. They don't really do anything." She explained to Annabeth a moment later, running her hands over a particularly deep cut. Hazel wouldn't admit it, but she felt as though she was injuring the tree...and it wasn't a particularly happy feeling.
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Hazel stared down at him with round golden optics. "You're going to kill yourself one day if you aren't careful." Hazel told him, wrinkling her nose.
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[aw that's so sad da feels]

Hazel popped her head into Bella's room, simply because she was bored and looking for someone to talk to. Usually, she didn't want to be the social center of attention, but...she was just absolutely bored out of her mind. When she spotted the dress, her eyes widened. Hazel didn't have amazing fashion sense, but the crystals on the dress caught her eye. "Bella...that's a beautiful dress! Is it yours?" Hazel asked, stepping into the room. She was oblivious to the doctor crying, because her eyes kept straying to the gown. Hazel thought about herself in a dress like that, and immediately frowned. Blue wasn't her color. Gold and purple were more for her. But maybe a simple golden dress, with a necklace...beautiful. Before she knew it, Hazel Levesque had lost herself to her daydreams once again.
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[I still think you tortured Juni the most xD]

There were pros and cons about being two months old, and mature past your age. For the positive things, everybody saw you as an adorable little kid who understood nothing, and you got your way with almost everything. Throw a tantrum, you get the toy. Find something cool, you suddenly have a lot of friends.

Alas, every positive trait must have it's equal arch negative. As a kid who understood too much, Hazel understood what Carny's death meant. She understood that concept. But she wasn't able to do anything about it, because...well, she was two months old. That was just how life worked. And Hazel just had to play the part.

"Mister Cas? Aren't you hungry?" The little girl asked, blinking innocent golden optics up at the King. Even as a mature kitten, Hazel still didn't fully understand the concept of Castiel and Carnivalcords. That jigsaw puzzle wasn't yet put together.
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[i'm so bored its come to this]

Hazel was out in her little cluster of pine trees and maple saplings. She was humming some random song, and how she had gotten that in her head, she had no idea. She'd finally gotten that flip-and-spin thingy right, and was very pleased about it.
"We go hideaway in daylight.
We go undercover when under sun.
Got a secret side in plain sight.
Where the streets are empty,
That’s where we run."

Hazel wasn't even sure how she had come to know that song, since she didn't know what a radio, iPod, or whatever little music device thingamajig was. But, that didn't really matter. Gods, she was bored.
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Hazel turned, just in time to see Disneypaw settle beside her. She had to ponder for a moment before she remembered the doe's name; they had met at the border, and the kind female had been about to give Percy and Hazel rides when dreamíe accidentally lost the thread. Oops. Anyway, Hazel's song didn't make much sense because she'd only sung one verse. There was actually another verse after the first before you reached the chorus. It was a very catchy tune, really. "Thank you." Hazel replied, offering a quick grin.
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