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 Posted: Thu Feb 18, 2010 12:45 am
A small scrapbook lies on a desk top. The outside is covered in shiny star stickers. Written in her best abilities with glue, Freya spells her name out, alternating between lower case and capitalized letters. On that dried glue is purple glitter that always seems to drop a small pile every time its lifted.
In the first page is a picture of Freya the day her new dad, Walter, had taken her to her new home.
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Posted: Thu Feb 18, 2010 12:54 am
The few pages are title Big Days. Only two photos are there so far.
The first one is of Freya sitting on her new bed with a big smile on her face. Everything is still the same color of white as what came with the room, but she doesn't seem to mind that much. The picture is dated 2/16/10
The second one is Walter showing Freya different things to decorate her new room with. His eyes are a bit tense as there are more things in the pile that she wants than the one that she doesn't. The picture is dated 2/17/10
There seems to be space for some more.
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Posted: Thu Feb 18, 2010 1:03 am
The next few pages turn into a different color altogether. In these pink pages, a title above each one reads FRiENDS FOrEVeR.
The first picture is of Walter Davern, her adoptive father. He's sitting there in his black turtleneck, his glasses sliding down the bridge of his nose as he looks over new designs for his next line. Underneath the picture, twice had Freya tried to spell out his name and each time, scratched it out. Finally, giving up, she simply wrote DAd.
No other pictures are in the pages, but there seems to be plenty of room for them.
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Posted: Thu Feb 18, 2010 1:12 am
In a new hue, the next set of pages are labeled Things I Like.
Several magazine clippings of runway models take up some space along side pictures of Paris, Milan, Dubai, Beijing, Tokyo and many other great destinations all over the world. A few action poses of karate masters and cardio-kickboxers take up some filler space.
There seems to be a lot of pages left in this color for her to fill.
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Posted: Thu Feb 18, 2010 1:13 am
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Posted: Thu Feb 18, 2010 1:13 am
RP character profilesParent
Name: Walter Davern
Gender: Male
Race: Elf
Age: 30
Profession: Clothing Designer
Description: Walter stands tall and lanky, usually covering his neck with a turtleneck or alligator officer's jacket, which are both usually black. Only slacks or khakis are ever worn outside and sleep pants as pajamas. Never will he touch denim for himself. His face is made of a narrow, fragile jawline that leads to his lips, which are rather small. His nose hooks slightly and holds a pair of small, rectangular glasses.
Personality: Walter is always about precision and delicate care. Whether working on an outfit, talking to a model or parenting, everything is better when it's made sure that nothing can go wrong.
Likes: Men, Parenting, Dark Colors, Italian Food
Dislikes: Doing nothing, Murphy's Law, Conceited Models, Drugs
Why adopt?: When his mother was alive, she made Walter promise to have a child by thirty. She never lived to see him at thirty, or to find out he was gay. His one big regret was never coming out to her when he had the chance. He kept his promise, even without a wife his mother would approve of or even a husband for himself. Tied up with work, he eased from work to start a family, not really concerned of finding a partner.
Meta
Name: Freya Davern
Gender: Female
Race: Angel
Age: Toddler
Personality: Freya loves the attention she gets from her new daddy. He takes her with him on his job sites and she's seen so much things that all the pretty models get to do. She wants to grow up and be pretty like them, but her daddy says that she's already a lot more pretty than they are.
Likes: Cameras, Tall Buildings, Dresses, Martial Arts
Dislikes: Bedtime, Bullies, Jelly Beans, Really Loud Sounds
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Posted: Thu Feb 18, 2010 1:25 am
Powers/Abilities
Sparkle - Level 1
Causes her to leave a sparkling glitter impression on anything she touches.
Clothing Control - Level 1
Can change the tone of the color she wears, but into a different color completely.
Quicksilver Grace - Level 0
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Posted: Thu Feb 18, 2010 1:27 am
Freya Art  By Asu heart ((more to come, commissioned or otherwise))
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Posted: Thu Feb 18, 2010 1:29 am
Freya's ImpressionsFriend Enemy Undecided Crush Cautious Love
Walter - I love my dad, even if he is busy.
Hayden - Hayden's weird, but he's my friend. Oh, don't tell him I called him weird!
Deskri - Hayden's brother wears makeup. It's pretty, but he gets scary sometimes around this one boy..
Rasiel - This one boy was acting really weird with Hayden, but he had pretty makeup too!
Syth - It looked like she was going to kiss this other girl at the nurse's office! Weird!
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Posted: Sun Mar 07, 2010 8:10 pm
A page of construction paper is glued on to a page. It shows a crude drawing of Freya and Hayden holding hands. Then, a big shadowy thing and Freya hiding under a bush. After that, at the very bottom, a crudely drawn Deskri carries both crudely drawn Hayden and Freya to a big box with a red cross on it with outstretched arms. Glitter is applied to crudely drawn Deskri.
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Posted: Fri Mar 19, 2010 11:48 pm
[Tea for Two: A Daddy Daughter Moment]
Freya sat down on a small table. She had a wide pink sunhat, a set of over-sized plastic pearls and a feather boa. She placed out an empty plastic teapot and empty plastic plates ornately across the table. On the other side, Walter sat plainly on a chair that was obviously meant for someone of small stature. With his knees up to his chest, he finally spoke up.
"What are we doing today, honey?" he hadn't known. Freya only called for him to come in quick with no indication as to why.
"We're going to play tea party. I'm Miss Milton and you're going to be Mrs. Bakersfield and we're going to have tea because I invited you."
"Oh, okay... Do I have to be Mrs. Bakersfield? I sound so old."
"Daddy! This is serious for-pretend stuff!" she pouted, obviously offended. She couldn't very well be Mrs. Bakersfield. It had to be Walter.
"Oh, I didn't know it was serious for-pretend," he said almost mockingly. Freya wouldn't be able to appreciate the irony of his statement, but maybe it was better that way. She put on one of her sunhats and placed a pair of over-sized, pink-framed sunglasses on.
Freya set the teacups in order and handed one to "Mrs. Bakersfield". She held out the teapot and started the conversation. "So, Mrs. Bakersfield, how is your garden?"
Playing along, Walter pushed the corners of his mouth down and adopted the persona of a haughty old southern socialite from what he gathered was one from old plays. "Oh, I could watch them all day from the veranda. But they never are as what they were a year before. Good help is SO hard to find these days."
Freya giggled a little and she pretend-drank her make-believe tea. She offered invisible crumpets to which Mrs. Bakersfield had denied. She did declare that they went straight to her thighs and she has had enough of that during the past winter.
During their exchange, Walter's phone went off. "Why, hello darlin'," Walter answered in to it, still in character. He noticed his folly immediately, as did Freya. He quickly regathered himself while Freya rolled along the floor in a giggle fit. After a few seconds of explaining, he ended the coversation with "Well, maybe YOU shouldn't call during tea time with MY daughter. When I'm done, I might call back, but this might run late." Noticing Freya listening in, he quickly went back in to character. "I hadn't even BEGUN to talk about my azaleas." He quickly hung up the phone, but not before the person on the other end could her a duet of laughter from both father and daughter.
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Posted: Mon Mar 22, 2010 9:20 pm
A series of scribbles are added to the next piece of the scrapbook. The first looks like a crudely drawn Hayden again, next to Freya. Hayden has a tear coming from his eye. The next drawing, the tear is gone and he is happy. After that is a drawing of Walter, a frowning face is adorned and a black squiggle rests above his head. Freya has a tear on her now. The final drawing is of Walter hugging Freya, a small heart is above Freya's head and a very small Hayden can be seen from a distance waving goodbye.
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Posted: Sun Mar 28, 2010 10:59 am
[Take Your Daughter to Work Day, Sort Of |Part 1|]
"What do you mean you can't do it today? I've had you booked regularly and payed you in advanced for this! We planned it together and you said you could!," Walter was arguing on the phone again. This time, it wasn't with a client or an assistant or anything like that. It was with a babysitter. As much as he'd like to, not all of his work could be done at home. Looking back at Freya as she quietly dressed her dollies in her room, he had an idea. "You know what, I think I'll be able to manage."
Walter hung up the phone before he could get a clear response. He held himself to the doorway a bit as he called out, "Whatcha doin', honey?"
"I'm playing dress-up with my Sha'neera and Agnes.," she said with a little attitude. Of course that's what she was doing? What did it look like?
Where the Hell did she get these names? Walter thought as he furrowed his brow a bit. That quickly faded as he remembered he had to stay on task. "How would you like to play dress-up with some grown-ups? We could use a girl like you at my work."
"Ohmigosh! Really?!" she almost threw herself to her feet and at Walter's side. She always wanted to since Walter started coming home with pictures of the photo shoots his work had been in.
Walter looked at her with a proud smile about himself. Why hadn't he thought of this before? It could be something to bring a young perspective on their works and the very prospect of the idea made Freya so happy, it looked like she could pee. "Let's get your things ready, we have a big day ahead of us. Today, you're my special assistant. In fact," he thought a moment to punish one of his interns. "YOU'LL have your own assistant too! You can tell them to do whatever you want and they can't say no!"
Freya had already started putting her scrapbook and child's fun cam into her pink, sporty backpack. She got to see what her daddy did all day, AND she got her own assistant she could yell at just like her daddy did, but she knew she probably wouldn't. Still, her OWN assistant!
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Posted: Sun Apr 04, 2010 11:44 pm
[Take Your Daughter to Work Day, Sort Of |Part 2|]
Walter unbuckled his seat belt in a fluid motion, unlocking his minivan. Originally, he bought it for prospect of moving different rolls of fabric in mass amounts. Now, he almost felt like a soccer mom. The only thing that really felt missing was that Freya hadn't been old enough to join any sports teams. He knew he'd be ready, if that's what she decided.
He opened his door, took two steps back and opened the sliding door behind him without turning around. Almost as fluidly, he unbuckled Freya from her child seat. She'd be growing out of it soon. He picked up Freya, who smiled at the action of being moved around. Walter gave a weak smile as he noticed that Freya had decided to "decorate" her car seat. Glitter starts and swirls marked where her tiny fingers had traveled.
He set her down, took her backpack from the minivan and started carrying it himself before closing the doors. He didn't even seem to notice is across his arm as he was walking away from the parking space, holding Freya's hand. He hadn't any idea what she was giggling about until he realized how he must look. He rolled his eyes and took the backpack off, handing it to her. "I believe this is yours, young lady?" he playfully offered.
"But I like when you wear it," Freya grinned widely.
Another roll of his eyes and he fit the small strap around his arm and reached for her hand. As they walked into the elevator, Walter noticed an intern snapping a picture of him on her cellphone, hiding her face with a hand. Walter didn't say anything, he didn't even react. He just knew that the picture will circle her group of friends and she'll have a laugh about it. But for the day, she'll be his b***h. Actually, he corrected himself. FREYA'S b***h. The very thought of that just made him feel a small bit better as his role as a father.
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