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 Posted: Tue Jun 03, 2008 7:47 pm
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Posted: Tue Jun 03, 2008 8:05 pm
08.20.08
Your Herald has been acting strangely all morning, sneaking around the house, and jumping at every small noise. The cause of this behavior is discovered shortly; you find that a priceless object has been broken and it would appear that it was your Herald that broke it.
What is the object and what is its importance? How do you react to this? Do you punish them or let them off with a warning? How does your Herald react? Was it your Herald that broke the object or maybe s/he was an observer to the act?
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Posted: Wed Jun 04, 2008 1:43 pm
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Posted: Wed Jun 04, 2008 1:48 pm
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Posted: Tue Jun 10, 2008 4:43 pm
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Posted: Fri Jun 13, 2008 10:17 am
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Posted: Fri Jul 04, 2008 7:03 pm
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Posted: Sat Sep 06, 2008 12:31 pm
Art of Alice
The dying angel Harriet brought home grew into such an adorable little girl <3
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Posted: Tue Sep 23, 2008 3:26 pm
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Posted: Wed Oct 08, 2008 4:39 pm
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Posted: Wed Oct 08, 2008 4:42 pm
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Posted: Fri Oct 24, 2008 10:01 pm
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Posted: Fri Oct 24, 2008 10:02 pm
“So if Sunday you’re free
Why don’t you come with me
And we’ll poison the pigeons in the park!”
- Poisoning Pigeons in the Park, Tom Lehrer
Prompt One: The Sacrifice
Ah Sundays! The day of rest in some religions, a day that most people didn’t have to work, a day to dress your best and go out-whether that outing was to celebrate a certain deity or to celebrate it being you’re only day of nice freedom. Sundays-especially in spring-were Harriet’s day to wear his best clothes-his favorite clothes at that-and spend the day out of his small apartment, enjoying life.
That was probably why, on this particular Sunday, Hatty was out in a meadow, looking to have a picnic. He wore his best top hat and coat, and even though he was alone, he was quite a cute and impressive sight. The hat and coat were of a matching purple-maroon velvet, with an silken indigo band and bow upon the hat, and lining to his coat. The bow upon his hat featured a small obsidian flower with a gold center, and thin gold stalks shooting off of it. He was quite fond of this hat-being as it was the first top hat he’d ever gotten, and the one that had caused him to like them. He’d seen it-minus the obsidian and gold pin-on display in the shop of a hatter in his home city when he was ten and in the shop to pick up a hat his father was having repaired there. As it was a bit expensive, he made a deal with the shop owner-the man would put it aside for Harriet if the boy could have the money for it within a month’s time. He’d worked a bit around his mother’s backery, his father’s shoe shop, and around the hat store to gain extra funds in addition to his weekly pocket money. When he’d finally saved up enough for the hat, the hatter surprised the boy by adding the decorative flower pin to the hat’s bow as a gift for having worked so hard, and so dedicatedly for the money.
Harriet had kept the hat in mint condition for the past twenty some odd years, only wearing it on special occasions and Sundays-weather and situation permitting-and getting it repaired often. It was such a part of him, that when he’d gotten enough money from owning his candy factory, the first thing he bought himself was a coat tailor made to match the hat. He wore the coat much more often and was quite fond of it, but it was only truly complete with the hat it was made for. So when he wore his best Sunday clothes, the hat and coat were a necessity for the outfit.
At this current point, Mr. Fenmoore was walking leisurely through the meadow, admiring the flowers and enjoying the peace and tranquility. However, when he reached a particular clearing-surrounded by lovely rose bushes and other flower patches-the scene before him burst the blonde from his pleasant thoughts. A being with flowing white hair lay on the grass-which was littered with hundreds of downy white feathers-desperately attempting to bring itself to a smooth stone at the other side of the clearing-nearest to Harriet.
Surprise and worry overwhelmed the man as he rushed forward to assist this distressed person. Harriet had never been known for his physical strength, but he was quite well known around his home for his kind nature. Kneeling to assist in lifting up the fallen creature, he helped her to the rock, lucky that her weight was little enough for him to carry without forcing her to use too much of the meager strength she had left.
Laying the angel upon the rock, he was startled when she reached out to him for something. What was it she could want from him? For some reason, something inside of the candymaker told him that he needed to give her something to help her, save her. But what did he have that could help? He brought no medicines nor healing spells. All he had were the clothes on his back…and the hat on his head. The thought struck him almost instantly. In his world, the gods would heal for sacrifices of something important. Maybe in this world, something similar would hold true with the deity-or deities (he didn’t really know)-governing it.
From his blonde-and-red spiked hair Harriet Fenmoore drew the velvet and silk top hat and placed it in the hands of the Herald, hoping in his heart of hearts that it worked. Closing his eyes and sending a mental prayer to whatever deity was listening to heal this poor soul, whomever she may be, and restore her. While his eyes were closed, the sacrifice was taken, the man having unwittingly done exactly what was needed of him. When his eyes opened, the Herald was gone, the feathers having flown about and rescattered upon the ground. With another quick mental prayer, he departed from that place, hoping that where-ever the being he’d helped had gone, that it was all right.
“And if I only could,
Make a deal with God,
And get him to swap our places,
Be running up that road,
Be running up that hill,
Be running up that building.
If I only could, oh..”
- Running Up That Hill, Kate Bush
(thanks to Yohko for pointing out an error I left in here XD)
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Posted: Fri Oct 24, 2008 10:03 pm
“Here comes the rain again
Falling on my head like a memory
Here comes the rain again
Tearing me apart like a new emotion
I want to walk in the open wind,
I want to talk like lovers do
I want to dive into your ocean
Is it raining with you?”
- Here Comes The Rain Again, The Eurythmics
Prompt Two: Under the Rosebush
It had been a very long and odd week for Harriet Fenmoore. First he’d given up a treasured item in the hopes of saving a creature that vanished soon after, then he’d given an extra apartment of his to a young alien girl whom had been in need of a living situation during the time that she was on Gaia. And with the oddness of the situations around him, the weather around him also proved to be odd. On the days when he’d come across these females-the angel and then the Myaar-it had been sunny, and beautifully so. On days when he’s been by himself and not doing anything in particular for anyone new, it had been storming violently.
As the blonde leaned against the counter, eating a bowel of microwaved ravioli-the kind with the funny chef on the label-he stared out the window at the horrid storm outside. His apartment had large glass windows that usually made his living room and kitchen quite interestingly lit. Hatty was currently watching the lightening as it came down from between the dark gray clouds outside of his penthouse suite. The man shivered inwardly at the thought of how cold it must be out there. He was freshly showered as the idea of the cold outside had made him want to feel warmth and a hot shower seemed the best plan.
Now, as he stared out at the awful gale outside, his long yellow and red hair hanging down around his shoulders, still wet and dripping, a towel wrapped around his waist, keeping his body from being totally bare, he thought of places far outside of himself and his nice dry apartment. He may be clean, may be warm, may be dry, may be well fed, but there were others who weren’t, and that made him sad. Particularly, he thought of the almost dying being he had helped the other day. The blonde thought of that poor creature, stuck out in this awful weather, cold and hungry and alone. Was it even still alive? Had it gotten somewhere safe when it vanished? Where was it now?
All of these thoughts ran through the man’s mind, propelling his body into actions that he had not even realized he was making until they had been made-putting down his barely eaten dinner, going into another room to put on a pair of jeans, a t-shirt, and his rain jacket, things of that nature. He didn’t truly realize what he was doing until he’d taken hold of his umbrella and was out the door, heading towards the grove he had been in that Sunday, where he’d found the Herald.
As Harriet rode the bus towards out to the small town he’d walked from to the meadow, he noticed that he’d brought along something besides his umbrella-one of his older, heavier coats hung over his one arm, as if he intended to deliver it to someone. The fact that he’d done that, so automatically, made the candymaker smile before he returned to staring out the window and thinking. His musings distracted him from the journey until he’d arrived at his destination. Purchasing two tickets for the ride back-why, he wasn’t sure, as he didn’t even know if he’d find the being out here again-the man got off of the bus and began to walk the route he’d taken before to find the meadow and then the grove.
It took him longer than before, with the rain and wind fighting the man on his journey, breaking Harriet’s umbrella in the process so that he had cold rain falling upon his already wet hair. And when he’d reached the grove, the man found it empty. Yet still, he felt he should look about a bit more for the creature he’d saved before. Afterall, why would it stay out in the rain and storm winds, especially in its condition?
Kneeling down to get a better view of his surroundings, Harriet spotted something he wouldn’t have seen before. There was slight movement under one of the rose bushes, only visible to him in the fact that it was a blurry white against the foggy green of the grass and bushes. Crawling gently over to it, the man lifted up part of the foliage to get a better look at the being beneath.
Under the thorny branches of the rosebush lay the Herald, staring up at him with frightened eyes. Her arms mostly shielded her face, save for where he could see her eyes between them. What he could clearly see through the rain of her arms was pretty badly gashed up, and her face probably was too, hence her position. The rosebushes were the only ones in the area thick enough to keep the rain off of her decently, but at the cost of her getting scratched by the thorns.
With a soothing tone, the man softly spoke to the angel, telling her he was there to help and that she was safe now. Reaching out, he pulled the frightened creature to him, wrapping the coat he’d brought about her shoulders. She almost immediately curled into the warmth that was provided by the jacket, and Harriet’s arms as he lifted the light being and carried her back with him.
She slept through most of the return trip, and for several hours after Harriet got her home and set her up comfortably in one of the spare bedrooms. He had put her into one of his spare shirts-a large white one-and wrapped her up in several blankets to keep warm. The man had even made sure to see the all of her small cuts were properly cleaned and bandaged while she slept. He felt quite protective of this being, though why he wasn’t sure.
When she did wake up, Harriet was in the process of taking a pill for the headache and illness he was starting to feel rise. Going out without proper protection had been a bit stupid on his part, but he was glad to have her there safely, at least. Turning to the angellic girl, he smiled. “If you’re hungry, I’ll fix you up something to eat.”
The girl nodded, and then she quietly walked over to his table and sat down, drawing her knees up to her chest as she watched Harriet look into his cabinets for food. All he really had that was edible and warm, besides his ravioli-which didn’t seem very appetizing for someone, especially someone who could be getting sick-were a few cans of chicken noodle soup with a red and white label. Pulling it out and heating it up for his guest, the blonde soon had a decently warm meal set up for her, placed in a warm bowl in front of her that she ate without much fuss, and went back to sleep right after finishing.
With a smile, Harriet went across the hall to let 001 know that he was home and had a guest for a while, and then the man went back to his apartment and glanced out the window. The storm had cleared up tremendously, and a lovely band of multiple colors now arced down from the slowly lightening clouds.
“Have you been half asleep, and have you heard voices?
I’ve heard them calling my name
Is this the sweet sound that calls to young sailors
The voice may be one and the same
I’ve heard it too many times to ignore it, it’s something that I’m supposed to be
Someday we’ll find it, the Rainbow Connection
The Lovers, the Dreamers, and Me.”
- The Rainbow Connection, Kermit the Frog
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Posted: Fri Oct 24, 2008 10:04 pm
“I can be whoever I want to
Anyone at all
I can strut when I want to strut
Or hide behind a parasol
It all depends on the mood I’m wearing
It all depends on the mood I’m in
I can be beautiful or truly outrageous
It all depends on the mood I’m in”
- Mood I’m In, Jem and the Holograms
Prompt Three: Girls in White Dresses with Blue Satin Sashes Purple Wings
It was a warm day on Gaia, the sun shining brightly as soft winds blew tantalizingly around the citizens of it’s cities-teasing them with just the barest hint of relief from the heat. Inside houses, fans were turned on, and ACs were running. Such was the case in Harriet Fenmoore’s apartment.
The man himself was standing at the counter that separated his kitchen and living room, making a peanut butter sandwich. Out in the living room, in front of one of the many large windows the apartment had, was a dressmaker’s mannequin with a small girl bouncing around it. Laying on the couch, a magazine in her gray hands, was Harriet’s helper and the owner of the apartment across the hall, Bellaluna. The woman was a social creature, so she tended to spend her time off work in Harriet’s apartment, usually chit-chatting with the man or his daughter. The Belune had taken up a role almost of a little sister to the blonde man, and now that he had a daughter, he could use all the help he could get.
The child by Harriet’s mannequin was his new charge-an angellic kid he’d dubbed Alice, after the title character of a book that Bella had brought home from her work. He had found the angel dying in a meadow a few weeks prior and had given his favorite hat to save her life. A few days after, he’d found her again and taken her home so she could recover. Over the weeks that she’d been with Hatty, the girl had grown from the sickly, half-dead angel into a pleasant kid with a love of live, an excess of energy, and a rather affectionate personality.
As the man finished putting together the sandwich he’d been working on, the girl rushed over to take it from him. From the start, Alice had had him wrapped around her little finger, and could get him to do most things she wanted, from sandwiches to making her a new set of play clothes. Having never previously had anyone who liked him enough to show affection and ask for things, Harriet was more than delighted to give the little girl whatever her heart desired-provided it wasn’t dangerous, or bad for her health.
Smiling up at her father, the white haired girl bit into her sandwich, her front teeth being used in particular. Already, those two seemed to be growing a bit larger than the rest of her teeth, and stuck out in a rather cute way when she spoke. Harriet hadn’t thought they seemed like much of a problem as they didn’t interfere with his daughter’s eating or speaking, but the child had been somewhat self-conscious about her overgrown chompers, seeing as neither her father, nor Bella had them. The girl had been quite worried and upset for a few days that she was a freak and would have to have them sawed down to their proper size, something that quite frightened her. The candymaker had been quite unnerved by seeing the usually happy child upset, but Bella had come to the rescue, by showing Alice one of the illustrations of a character in her namesake book: A man known as ‘the Hatter’ who happened to possess similar teeth. After that, the girl had been practically showing off her teeth, seeing as how the man in the picture seemed like a neat character. He wore hats like her Daddy did, had teeth like her, and was drinking tea-and tea was yummy!
With a grin, Hatty walked back over to his mannequin, where he’d pinned the pieces to the outfit he was making-a pair of overalls for the little girl who’d managed to show up and make his life so much less boring. In the past weeks, the two had grown close, with Hatty becoming protective and fatherly towards the girl, and Alice becoming affectionate and loving towards her new father figure. Recently, though, she’d started having back pains-something that neither he nor Bellaluna knew how to cure. He had tried to give her some children’s medicine that he’d picked up at the drug store at the mall, but it had only served to numb the discomfort a little and make it easier for her to sleep-that, and Bella’s suggesting of sleeping on her belly. Apart from the discomfort, so long as the blue-eyed girl took her meds in reasonable amounts at the right times, she was perfectly content.
A few days before, the source of the child’s troubles made itself apparent. Her back now sported two small, lovely wings, wings that delighted the girl to no end. The appendages were soft, purple-maroon feathery things, with a few thin gold feathers appearing here and there. Her feathers reflected the colors of the hat Harriet had given up to save her life-their hue a mix between the deep purple of the silk band around it and the maroon velvet, the small yellow stalks reminiscent of part of the pin that had been on the hat. It was surprising at first, when he’d seen them, standing out so very much against her pale skin, white dress and hair, and blue eyes. He had been pleased, however, that his hat was being put to good use, so to speak. It had restored life to this sweet girl, and given her a pair of wings she could love.
Unlike the teeth, Alice had been QUITE pleased when she got her wings. Both she and Bella had been oogling them in front of a mirror for a while, the child’s dress bearing two large slits from the neck to the bases of the wings-the Belune’s impromptu clothing alteration so that the child could show off her pretty appendages. The frayed edges on the back of the white fabric and the color contrast between Alice and her wings had begun to slightly weigh on Harriet’s mind-especially now that he was getting a bit more fashion conscious and starting to make more clothing. So, rather than complain, he had taken the girl to the fabric store at the mall as soon as he could. He’d let her pick out some fabric and patterns for clothing that would be more suited to her body than the little white dress, and more suited to her active play. The child liked to bounce around and play, and the man knew that eventually the little dress wouldn’t be able to survive the rough and tumble lifestyle or her constant growing.
On the dummy was the pinned fabric for a pair of lavender jean overalls. Harriet had put it up so that his daughter could look it over and approve his progress. Carefully, so as not to screw up how the item was pinned, the blonde removed the pieces and returned them to his sewing table so that he could finish up.
“I take it you approve of my progress then, Alice?” he asked over his shoulder. The question was more for the benefit of the child, as he wanted her to feel like she’d fully expressed her opinion on the matter. He had been able to tell from how she had squee-ed and bounced around the item when he’d put it up that she liked it, but still, being it was her, she’d want to say just the same.
“Yeeeeeeeeees! I love it, Daddy! I can’t wait till you sew on the pockets and the patch!” she squeaked, spinning a bit in place, before walking over to sit on her stool and watch him sew.
The patch in question was a small purple flower patch they had picked out in the fabric store to go on the front pocket of the overalls. Harriet, being a man who liked colors to go neatly together, had wanted to have a few purple details on the ensemble to go with the child’s wings. They had also picked out a few purple ribbons to go with the outfit-a few that he’d sew on the top of each pocket as an accent, and one she could wear in her white hair. The candymaker had also picked out a few small, gold colored buttons to put on it, even one to put in the middle of the flower so that it looked like the one that had been on his hat. Alice had even got a pair of shoes to match the overalls-shoes that Bella had helped her lace pretty purple shoestrings into-and a pair of black socks and a black t-shirt.
Harriet had thought that would be a complete outfit for play, and had gotten enough material to make a few spares for her. However, the two females had had other ideas. Bella had dragged Alice off for a few minutes and when they’d returned, the child had her long white hair in a ponytail, and a small gold stud in each of her ears, and a grin that was almost loony. That had been a very interesting trip to the mall, which had ended in them picking out some things to decorate the little girl’s room with, and a few new plants to spruce up the apartment-no pun intended... by them.
Grinning cheekily as she put her elbows on her knees and head in her hands, Alice spoke. “Daddy, we should watch those movies that Bella brought us tonight. The one with the Candy Man, and the one with the girl called Alice that she has the book of.” Hatty just had to smile and nod at his little girl. Whatever she wanted.
“Tell me I’m crazy
Baby, I know
But I believe in happy endings
I know it’s crazy
Still, even so
I believe in happy endings
Just cause I believe in you, my friend
I believe things work out in the end
Sure as there’s a moon and starts above
I believe in happy endings
I believe in love”
- I Believe in Happy Endings, Jem and the Holograms
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