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 Posted: Thu May 07, 2009 7:52 pm
Ashley was quickly proving to be a handful. He was very, very energetic. Even for Quinn, it was a bit much. He was always running around and snatching things from Quinn's office, usually breaking things while he ran around. Hoping to drain him of his energy, Quinn took him to a park.
Ashley struggled away as soon as Quinn set him down, dragging his plush toy along behind him. He spent the first few minutes at the base of a tree, trying to find all the different bugs he could. He tried to keep them in his hand, but when he opened his hand back, they were inexplicably gone and left a sticky goop in their place.
"Ewww. Gwoss." He wiped his hand on the grass. Then, he spotted the jungle gym. His eyes lit up. He ran, tripping halfway there but catching his fall with the huge plush rat. "Fanks, Pikachu." He righted himself, and stood at the base of the jungle gym.
It was tall, but he could best it! He had the resolve of ten men! He could overcome this obstacle!
But how?
He hit one of the metal bars with Pikachu's face.
"Funderboat?" He suggested. The bars didn't respond. The only way to go was up! "Pikachu, stay." He set the plush toy down, and wrapped his two chubby hands over the bottom bar, struggling to get a leg up. He did, but then spun around and fell off the other side, landing with a light thud on the ground. His brow furrowed.
"Funderboat?" He called for Pikachu's aid in this matter. The electric rat didn't respond. He sighed, and pushed himself up to try again.
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Posted: Thu May 07, 2009 9:12 pm
Towering above the entire playground was a dark-skinned boy with curls flying all askew from what could only be assumed to have been a very speedy climb from ground level to the apex of the jungle gym; really these things had hardly ever challenged him, except when he couldn't reach the bars. Now that he was a child, he felt like he wanted to advance to bigger and better things, like wire fences or brick walls. Maybe he'd learn to do a backflip or something, like off a wall.
It would be pretty awesome. He shifted a foot half an inch and gazed over his domain, imagining that he was espying the vast war machines of his homeworld. That got boring fast- star destroyers and intergalactic trebuchets or whatever looked pretty much the same after a while. He started to look around at what was actually there, like kids and parents and more kids. That was boring, too.
He looked down, considering that he might descend to the wood chip mulch stuff on the floor if he got bored enough. He pretty much was bored enough. A little kid was trying to climb the dome, and he was abruptly stricken with a rather nauseating mix of pity and the urge to laugh his rather raucous and sharp-edged laugh. Then, deciding to go with pity even though his guts said oh my gawd let's laugh our a** off, Crowley planted his heels on the vertical pieces of the dome and slid down, the image of cat-like grace. It looked so natural, you would never know he spent hours practicing it.
Stifling a giggle, he said, "Do you want help?"
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Posted: Fri May 08, 2009 4:43 pm
Ash squinted up at the boy who spoke to him, and then looked back at the first bar he had still not managed to climb.
"Help?" he thought about this. "Yes. Thass Pikachu," He motioned to the plush toy. "I'm Ash." He waved. "I wanna climb." he made grabby hands at Crowley. "Help!"
Quinn continued sketching in his book, occasionally glancing up to check on Ashley's progress. He wasn't sure what had gotten into him today. All of his sketches were of strange animals that looked like wierd combinations of other things. Like, a huge turtle with cannons in its shell, and a small dinosaur with a plant on its back.
That stuff would never sell. What was up with him?
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Posted: Sun May 10, 2009 6:58 pm
"Ash, okay. M'name's Crowley," he said, not too concerned about the plush toy or whatever it was. He didn't have many stuffed animals, but he totally got why some kids might want them, since he knew Sadi and Sadi was pretty much ensconced in the stuffed animals, right. He scrambled half-gracefully to the ground, righting himself so his feet and not his face hit the woodchips first. "Hold on, hold on!"
Then he grabbed the kid around the middle and picked him up (oof, this kid is heavy!), sitting him on a bar for a second. Sure, he'd lifted weightier things, you know, like bricks and stuff. But it was harder to keep something you couldn't drop aloft, or something. After a second, he picked up Ash again and set his feet on the second bar off the ground. It was a good thing he had prodigal strength for a kid his size.
"So, Ash," he grunted, "Where's your dad?" Anything to get his mind off the weight he was holding over his head.
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Posted: Mon May 11, 2009 6:30 pm
Ash clapped his hands happily as he was pushed up the bars. He was all about being competitive, but not taking help when you need it is stupid.
"Crowley!" He grinned. "Fanks for helping me." He squeezed his chubby fingers around the next bar and pulled, trying to contribute some help in the climbing. He looked down at the wood chips.
"Daddy?" He waved his hand vaguely in Quinn's general direction, over by the bench. "Dwawing. Dwawing pictures. Daddy's a good dwawer." He looked proud. "Da best!" It occurred to him to repeat the question to the other boy.
"Whewe is yo-wuh Daddy?"
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Posted: Fri May 15, 2009 9:06 pm
"Don't got a dad," he said, "I've got Amagi." Which wasn't very father-like at all if you thought about it, Amagi was kind of a poor substitute for what he'd heard dads were like (he preferred Fish's dad to his really). "Sure he's the best," agreed Crowley, who was becoming aware that trying to lift a moving, living object was harder than lifting unmoving objects. The squirming made things feel a whole lot heavier. "Oye, cut it out," he muttered, adjusting his grip.
Somewhat curious, he glanced over to the area the kid had indicated. There was a crazy rainbow man- no way could that be the relatively normal looking kid's dad. That just wasn't how it worked. Although he looked pretty normal, yellow eyes aside, and then there was Antan- his mom who didn't actually have a corporeal body, or Amagi who was normal but had a daughter with crazy scars everywhere. "Looks like a nice dad," he said, "Bet he's the best at that, too."
You were supposed to talk to kids like that, right? Crowley wasn't so sure.
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Posted: Sat May 30, 2009 10:52 am
Once they reached the top, he plopped down at the intersection of all of the interlocking bars, and cast his eyes over the playground. It was a vast land. And for the moment, it was all his! He looked at Crowley.
"Fanks for that." He smiled. "No. He's not da best at being nice. He put me in time out yesterday!" He nodded as if this was a hugely awful thing for anyone to do.
"Amagi? Whassat?"
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Posted: Fri Jun 26, 2009 11:25 pm
Crowley sat on a bar one rung lower, mildly resentful that his Place had been usurped by a midget and that he had put the midget there. Hm. Talk about digging holes with your freakish strength your mind didn't want to cash. "Really?" Time-out was a foreign concept to Crowley, who had been clearly designated Off Limits to other people to discipline by his parents, and Antan just didn't care enough to check on him that often. Amagi had his own kid and she was plenty sick, so really...
"Amagi's what I got for a dad," explained Crowley to Ash. "He's not good at, y'know, being nice, either." He shrugged and lurched slightly sideways when his elbow slipped.
Then it occurred to him that getting down from the jungle gym with a midget was probably gonna suck. He made a disgusted noise and matching face, but didn't leave. That'd just be a girly thing to do, go get an adult's help. Girls were gross.
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Posted: Wed Jul 08, 2009 12:10 am
Ash scratched his scalp for a second. "I don't fink I wanna 'Magi'. Dads are okay." He grabbed on his toes an rocked back and forth absentmindedly.
Which, in hindsight, was not the smartest idea on a jungle gym.
Luckily, he slipped during the 'forth' part of his rock, and slipped through the jungle gym bars with his head pointed towards the sky. For a brief second, he was freefalling, and was enjoyig it. Then, his diaper hit the ground and cushioned his fall with a light 'thump', and the schock caught ahold of him.
A sniffle. Another sniffle. A deep breath. "WAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH!!!" He yelled loudly, and Quinn immediately turned away from his sketchbook, quiet time ruined. He jogged over and crawled under the bottom jungle gym bar to sit with Ash.
"You alr--"
"WAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH!!"
"--ight, sweetie?"
"No."
"What hurts?"
"Iunno."
"Your pride?"
"What?"
"Nevermind."
"'Kay."
Quinn pulled him back out of the jungle gym, and looked up at Crowley, his hand coming up to make a visor over his eyes.
"Thanks for playing with him, but we'd better get home." Ash waved.
"Bye, Cwowley!"
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