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 Posted: Thu Mar 13, 2008 7:42 am
[journal on his first kill]
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Posted: Thu Mar 13, 2008 7:43 am
[Needless to say, Iamels journal has not been updated in some time. He's done a lot of crap but I can't find all the RPs. A lot of these are backdated and if I miss some, I'm sorry, I'll post them if it comes to my attention. In the meantime, enjoy the ride.] September 8th, 2007
Clothing, clothing! So much clothing and it wasn't for other people - it was all for him! It had been so long before Iamel had done something just for himself that it completely boggled his mind. But his Shiniee, having seen his heel wearing out part of his boots and how tight his shirts had been, had simply made a noise of disgust and shoved the credit card at him. It had been a surprise for the woodpecker but hey, who was he to say no?
The only problem was.. How to fit it onto the motorcycle? He'd taken that, too, and it could only hold so much. There was no side car. Maybe tie it down?
Firey red and yellow eyebrows furrowed together and he made his way towards the bike. The bags were put down heavily on the sidewalk near it, lips pursed together.
"Damnit."
Luckily, there was no real traffic of people.. This side of Gaia was safe to put bags down, especially if you kept an eye on them. Iamel backed up a few steps, his old and worn boots scraping on the damp and cold ground. His hand thrust into his pocket, chilled fingers wrapping around the black cell phone. Time to call Patrick and ask him what the hell he was supposed to do.
Numbers were being dialed when people began to whisper and point to the sky. The winged boy glanced up briefly - a shooting star. Big whoop. He shrugged and put the phone to his ear, not paying attention to the sky growing darker to the oncoming shooting start.
"Hey, Shiniee? I bought a lot of clothes and I don't think I'm going to be able to fit them all on the motorcycle." His attention drew briefly to the sky, eyes squinting at the light that was slowly growing closer. Iamel glanced away though, shuffling slightly back to better hear his father. "Yeah, I know. Tie it up?"
The zooming noise was becoming louder and Patrick didn't even have a chance to respond when a pod-thing smashed into his beloved motorcycle and demolished it with the sheer force. A few of the bags caught on fire, sizzling and smoking under the damp atmosphere.
Iamel let out a scream akin to a disgusted cat, the cell folding down to hang up and it was pocketed. "Holy s**t. Oh HOLY. s**t. ******** ******** ******** scrambled over toward the pod, eyes wide and face pale as he pulled the bags away. No more motorcycle for his Shiniee! To his surprise, the pod thing continued to move, the top swooshing open to reveal an alien.
A small, squirming, rather ugly looking little baby. It was...really, ******** disgusting. Covered in scale things and the facial features just weren't appealing but... It was a baby. Inside, it had a small picture in with the hiccuping child. A girl was on the photo, rather pretty and not smiling.
Well, the baby wasn't smiling. Her eyes slanted open slowly, lips parting with a whine. She writhered, arm waving wildly, hiccuping and wailing in a low, almost muted tone.
People were begining to stare. Not that they hadn't before but this time he was picking up a little creepy-looking kid from the alien vessel - she changed. "Kian," Iamel murmured, pulling the girl close and bouncing her gently, face pressing against her head. "You're like Kian. A crimminal."
His little brother didn't act like a crimminal but.. well, Iamel didn't know what to think. They'd be paying Archie a call the next day. The little pod probably went off course... they weren't too far from it, after all. As it was, he hailed down a taxi. No more bike for them, it seemed.
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Posted: Thu Mar 13, 2008 7:45 am
October 31st, 2007 Halloween. Will be posted later.
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Posted: Thu Mar 13, 2008 7:46 am
January 6th, 2008 [Meeting Bailey]
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Posted: Thu Mar 13, 2008 8:36 am
]Hey there, paperweight.
Dee is still small. Dee is also still very very skinny. She's starting to walk a little, though as quiet as ever. She still won't let go of that stupid friggen bracelet, despite the fact that it feels like it has the weight of the world on it.
I've started dating, journal. DDR likes him and I like him. I'm not exactly sure if I should -date- a mortal as... uh. I'm not one and I kill them for a living (I assume anyway - that's a rant for another day, Shaunuh.) so it's not like we have our -jobs- in common. His name is Gaetan something and he works at this kiddie playplace/kingerdarden/dance and gymnastic school thing I shoved her happy a** into. A kid's gotta be soclialized, right? No good ever came with hanging with your father all the time.
He's, obviously, older then me and hot damn, journal. He is -built-. He's shorter then me, like everyone is, and kinda girlie* but the man is a dancer and you can see Every Single Muscle when he dances. It helps that he likes wearing fitted clothing to because... yeaaaaaaah. He cooks; makes a kick a** mango pudding. For some reason he finds the fact that I'm skinny as al get-out attractive and he doesn't care that I live with Shiniee. Maybe the fact that I'm just there to help him take care of the metric butt-ton of kids he's adopted and never given a crap about afterwards except for lab animals helps with that POV.
Anywho, we've been on dates but we haven't actually -gone- anywhere. I think that's my fault. I've tried to avoid anything except fooling around in public. Don't get me wrong, the dude is eyecandy and I feel no shame in carting his butt around town. I've slept with mortals before - only mortals (thanks a whole friggen lot, Diacyn. You're such a friggen a**. I hate you. Why did you leave?) - but I'd never gotten attatched to any except Shiniee and now Dee. You're supposed to like your Gaurdian, right? And since I've taken her in, I'm supposed to care about her too, right? She's my chick and all that, not big enough to be kicked out of the nest, hasn't learned to fly, etc, etc.
But a mortal? We kill them. We are the Drips of Despair, the Facuets of Death. ********, I know I spelled that wrong but still. That's what we are. We are Bird, we are Kin. Mortals are our victims, our way of helping the world by keeping it moving. We don't date mortals. I think I'm ashamed of myself, for getting attatched to a moving pile of meat that hasn't had any connections to me in the family sense. What would happen if Kin saw? Would they try and kill him? Harass me?
I don't think Xaxis would care. Savius might, but only cause he's a little bit like that. Elitist. Kin is Kin and everyone else is Mortal, Prey. Diacyn... I don't give a s**t what Diacyn would think. Screw Diacyn. I haven't seen him in over half a year. Probably a year. We were in that weird dimension thing, I kissed him, and once we got out, he flippin' disappeared on me.
My best friend. First crush. Not my first kiss or my first lay but he meant a lot and he -left-. I wouldn't have cared so much if he had at LEAST said goodbye.
Augh. Away from this emo crap. Diacyn is gone and Shanuh will probably care about me dating a Mortal. I need to talk to SHanuh. I haven't seen him in... a long time. In fact, I haven't seen ANY of them in a long time. What the hell happened, Journal? We used to be tight, we used to be close Kin.
Have Savius and Xaxis finally DONE something? DO they miss everyone? Do they keep in touch?
What the helling hell, Journal? What have I been doing?
Screw this, I'm hitting up the Birdcage. I need to see my friends again.
-Woody.
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Posted: Sun Apr 20, 2008 11:12 am
"Have fun?" Katuras voice was a little curious, a little dry, when patrick walked in from the date. He was a child, still, but he had a perceptive little brain. His level of intelligance was on par with Ades, although he applied it to different, more physical things.
As it was, he was bouncing a little soccerball on his knees, one and then the other, concetration only vaguely resting on his father. Patrick didn't have a 'no sports in the house' rule, as it didn't matter compared to the other chaos that usually ran free in the home. Iamel, in the kitchen and tossing together some sort of dinner for the kiddlets, poked his head out to give his father a leer.
"Done sucking face already, Shiniee?"
Patrick paused in his trek and blinked a little, a little rapidly. "I - what? Were you two SPYING on me?"
"Akilah was too!" Katura protested, grabbing at his ball and holding it to his chest. He was frowing, a petulant child found out by his mean parent. Akilah, from the couch, just giggled. "And Kian!"
"I was not." The monotone voice was rumbling from the kitchen as well, the same agravated tone as it usually was when it came to matters like this. In the back of his mind, he wondered how Autsu could stand it, the snarky, slightly edged personality. Then again, he'd seen the two together. Kian was oddly kind around the other alien... Who knew what was up in that crackheaded little brain of his. Amidst the thoughts, Kian kept talking. "Iamel merely made a comment -"
"Now a woman who'll kiss on the very first date is usually a hussy-"
"-And we glanced. That is all."
"-And the woman who'll kiss on the second time out is anything but fussy-"
"Shut up, Iamel. You have a horrible singing voice." That was Patrick, one hand clamping over his ear in a defense against the nasal voice singing a song from Family Guy. He should've blocked the television. "I am NOT a hussy."
"But a woman who'll wait till the third time around, head in the clouds, feet on the ground!"
"Iamel, swear to god."
"She's the girl you're glad you've found, she's your Shipoopi! Shipoopi, shipoopi, the girl you want to ******** s**t ON A STICK, IAMEL."
The Bird paused in his song, a smirk written across his thin lips. He disappeared back into the kitchen, still humming the song under his breath. That's when Kian left the little area, coming into Patricks view with a roll to all three eyes. Jii was at his heels, the ever loyal Zurui, and she gave Patrick a curious look. Katura, on the other hand, was snorting into the dead cow of his soccer ball and Akilah had actually fallen off the couch in laughter.
"But to answer your question, Kat, yes. I had fun. We talked at a coffee shop and then he made me stir-fry--"
"Where were you at so he could make you stirfry? Does he own the cafe?"
Patrick growled. "Iamel, I swear to high heaven and back, that if you make ONE MORE smart a** comment, I will smite you."
"You'd have an angry ballerina on your hands." Akilah pipped up, his furry face peering around the leg of the couch to them. "Iamel's boyfriend--"
"Is NOT a ballerina." Iamel interrupted, coming out of the kitchen to the living room/dining room area with a very full platter. Veggies, fruits, seeds and dead animal. What a chef. "He is a dancer. Modern and classical."
"...you have a boyfriend?" Patrick said slowly, his eyebrows arching. "When did this happen?"
"He's not even my boyfriend! We're just dating. It's casual."
"When did this happen? Where'd you MEET him?"
"He's Dees dance instructor." Kian murmured, sliding past his father to grab an apple slice from Iamels platter as the Bird, now grumpy, headed for the overly large dining room table. "He's been at his house around four days a week for the last three and a half."
"How the ******** do you know that, alien?!"
"You never spend the night with your one night stands and you come back smiling the next morning. Also, bruises." Kian gestured to his neck vaguely, taking a bite from the small piece. Iamel was flushing; the rest of the gorup was enjoying it as Akilah and Katura trundled after him.
"So? Like we don't know what you do at those little 'spars' you and Autsu do at that house."
A pause and Kian kept moving until he sat on his stool at the dining table. An eyebrow rose over a frosty eye as he leveled his gaze at Iamel. "And?"
When Iamel blustered for some sort of response, Patrick just sighed and sat in his own chair heavily. "We went to his place. He had a puppy, I played with it, we ate and came back here. I kissed him. Once. I'm going to be calling him tomorrow. Are you guys happy now?"
"Are you?"
Patrick blinked, turning his gaze to Katura. His youngest had a perfectly serious expression on as he dropped the ball to the ground, leaving it rolling as he grabbed at some food. Hn. Smart kids were weird sometimes.
"...well." He started, blinking against once he realized that all four of the children had their eyes trained on him. "Maybe I could be? I like him."
Iamel just grunted, grabbed some plates and put them down. "Kian, go get 'Kuti and Dee. They need to eat."
Kian stayed put. Katura heaved a sigh and slid off his chair, heading off to find his sister and niece. After that, they were silent.
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