I give you... an onion?
"Take that foul creature," Coraline said, hitting the bookcase with a broom. Narrowing her eyes, Coraline made a noise that could only be described as hyaaah before hitting two-three times in quick succession. Beating the bookcase seemed like an odd past time for a twelve-nearly thirteen year old explorer but Coraline had spent a week looking for romantic novels and poetry books and was so far not having any luck. So violence had seemed like the most obvious of answers. "Back to the- um, fiery pits of hell with you, you cursed shelves. Take this and that! Now, I have you button loving-oooh book."
Dropping the broom onto the floor, Coraline rushed to grab the pink and red book on Love Poems before the bookcase changed its mind. Checking the author Coraline raised the book above her head in success and jumped up and down as she celebrated the defeat of the evil, villainous bookcase.
"Finally, you know if you had just given me this in the first place oh evil, enchanted bookcase then you could have saved yourself the pain and humiliation of your inevitable defeat. By me, Coraline Carter Caped Avenger." Coraline told the shelf smugly as she bounded back over to a table to read the book of poetry. Turning open to the first page Coraline began to read the poem out loud. "Not a red rose or a satin heart. I give you an onion. It is a moon wrapped in brown paper. It promises light like the careful undressing of love."
Coraline sat, in astounded silence for a moment before she turned her head slowly to the bookcase. Mouth wide open Coraline looked between the bookcase and the book. Blinking in horrified confusion, Coraline finally erupted into noise.
"Are you kidding me? An onion? Onions aren't romantic! How am I supposed to make a boy like me with poems about onions?" Coraline said in an irritated tone. Sighing, Coraline paused for a long time before she finally began to kick her wellington boots back and forth as she tried to think of an appropriate poem. Books and poems were supposed to inspire her but she wasn't feeling very inspired. Not with an onion. Stupid evil, villainous bookcase.
"How about? I give you a coconut. It's hard like your head. With soft stuff inside. And sort of fruity tasting." Coraline said, as she wrote the poem down. It sounded stupid. It didn't even rhyme like a proper poem should. "I can't tell him he's fruity. Although I guess his head is coconut shaped but it's a nice coconut. Ugh. I hate boys! They're so stupid!"
[[OOC: The poem is Valentine by Carol Ann Duffy and despite Coraline's protests is awesome. ST/LT is fine with me.]]
Dropping the broom onto the floor, Coraline rushed to grab the pink and red book on Love Poems before the bookcase changed its mind. Checking the author Coraline raised the book above her head in success and jumped up and down as she celebrated the defeat of the evil, villainous bookcase.
"Finally, you know if you had just given me this in the first place oh evil, enchanted bookcase then you could have saved yourself the pain and humiliation of your inevitable defeat. By me, Coraline Carter Caped Avenger." Coraline told the shelf smugly as she bounded back over to a table to read the book of poetry. Turning open to the first page Coraline began to read the poem out loud. "Not a red rose or a satin heart. I give you an onion. It is a moon wrapped in brown paper. It promises light like the careful undressing of love."
Coraline sat, in astounded silence for a moment before she turned her head slowly to the bookcase. Mouth wide open Coraline looked between the bookcase and the book. Blinking in horrified confusion, Coraline finally erupted into noise.
"Are you kidding me? An onion? Onions aren't romantic! How am I supposed to make a boy like me with poems about onions?" Coraline said in an irritated tone. Sighing, Coraline paused for a long time before she finally began to kick her wellington boots back and forth as she tried to think of an appropriate poem. Books and poems were supposed to inspire her but she wasn't feeling very inspired. Not with an onion. Stupid evil, villainous bookcase.
"How about? I give you a coconut. It's hard like your head. With soft stuff inside. And sort of fruity tasting." Coraline said, as she wrote the poem down. It sounded stupid. It didn't even rhyme like a proper poem should. "I can't tell him he's fruity. Although I guess his head is coconut shaped but it's a nice coconut. Ugh. I hate boys! They're so stupid!"
[[OOC: The poem is Valentine by Carol Ann Duffy and despite Coraline's protests is awesome. ST/LT is fine with me.]]