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 Posted: Sat Jan 07, 2006 9:15 am
"Mine! Want! POWERPUFFGIIIIIRLS! TRANSFORMS! BOTH!"
A small child's screams could be heard throughout the small video store: screams of despair and desire, screams of a stubborn and spoiled toddler. Her tiny wings beat against the air, actually raising her small form into the air an inch or two. She pouted and pointed at a rack of children's movies, wailing. "Mineminemine! WATCH BOTH! ******** mother of the Terrible Tantrum-Throwing Toddler sighed and bent down, eye-to-eye, with the kid. Her short messy brown hair, today, was even more crazy-looking.
"I said no," she said, folding her arms beneath her bossom. "We can have either Powerpuff Girls, or Transformers. Which one is it?"
How pathetic. You're a young, respectable (enough) person (or demon, but close enough), and you're arguing with a 2-year-old about movies? Couldn't get anymore humiliating than this.
Ilistala started to bawl. "Want...booooth!"
The cashier behind the counter, along with the five other customers in the movie store, gave Ioyla a strange, strange look.
Please kill me now God, she thoght bitterly.
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Posted: Sat Jan 07, 2006 9:48 am
... Uugh.
Even though she had been hauling small children and textbooks and all that jazz around on her back since the ripe old age of maybe two, that didn't make it any easier. Puffing up her cheeks, Bird hopped a step to raise Pree up another few inches and lower the pressure on her abused vertebre, much to the delight of Pree, who squealed lightly and wound her arms around Bird's neck, effectively cutting off her air supply.
Luckily, Bird had just given the glass door to the video store a good bodyslam (seeing as her arms were occupied), and Pree's attention was diverted to the blinking neon lights and bright colors and depictions of blood'n'guts on posters that all video stores seem to supply. She pointed excitedly to one of the TV screens mounted on the walls and Bird took the time to greedily suck in oxygen.
"Okay," Bird panted, setting the excited Papree onto the floor, "you know the drill. Go knock yourself out."
Those last words were like a gunshot starting a race; Papree was off, running and sliding under the person being helped at the register's legs and scanning the isles and drinking up all the different pictures and trying to decide which one looked the most promising. Pree was so distracted she didn't see or hear the wailing body until she plowed straight into them, catching her in honest surprise.
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Posted: Sat Jan 07, 2006 11:00 am
Ioyla and Ilistala continued to squabble; Ioyla's voice had sunk to a rather defeated low, while Stala's grew louder and shriller. Ioyla would have essentially just given in and let Stala get both movies, but her attention was suddenly brought to the fact that someone just ran into her. Ow!
"Hey!" Ioyla had been leaning against the movie rack, and when the purple-headed kid knocked into her own orange-haired kid, things were bound to get a little messy. She raked a scranwy hair through her hair, pushing locks out of her eyes. "Holy Christ," the young mother muttered.
Meanwhile, Ilistala was too busy bawling to notice someone had run into her--until she was suddenly on the ground, tangled in another little body. Hey! "Owieeee!" the small Shattered cried, sitting up, pushing Pree off her. She sniffed and passed Ioyla a hurt look, which Ioyla returned with annoyance.
So far, this day sucked.
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Posted: Thu Jan 12, 2006 2:57 pm
Pree, having not spoken much, had no idea what to say or do in such a situation as this. She had enough sense to help remove her limbs from the other's and scramble away from the kid who looked like her hair was on fire--
Ohmigosh. Her hair was on fire! Any and all thoughts of how to remedy the situation and apologize about mowing them both straight to the ground were abolished as Pree gawked at the other kid's head, wondering if she even noticed. Pree had the general idea on how fire worked; it was hot, not really pleasant to touch, and ate away at stuff and made it all black and charred and...
Pree's eyes grew, if possible, even wider.
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Posted: Sat Jan 14, 2006 3:30 pm
Stala appeared confused, and a little creeped out, that someone her size and age was staring at her head like it was on fire. It wasn't, no way, but her mommy said it looked like fire; mommy made fire sometimes, on her fingers to make little white roll things go burn and make icky smells. Stala inched back a few steps to Ioyla, wringing her chubby hands.
"Daaaaah!" she cried, throwing a DVD box at Pree, trying to scare her off. Meanwhile, Ioyla backed away, leaving the children to their own demise, in search of the purple-haired child's mother or father.
"Hey!" she called across the store, waving her arms around, gaining the attention of the people in the store again, although it was more mild annoyance and a heavy eyeroll, rather than confused and interested. "Whose kids this?"
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Posted: Sun Jan 15, 2006 5:02 pm
"Ai!" Papree squealed, lurching to the polka-dotted carpet to evade the oncoming rectangular case. It missed her face, but instead landed on its side with a thwack on her ankle.
Pree's eyes welled with tears as the smarting joint sang in obvious displeasure, shifting to allow her hands to wrap around the ankle and try to soothe. "... oww..." She hoped the fire on the other kid's head fried her nose off.
Bird, in the meantime, raised her head from examining a shelf stockpiled with all the movies you could pawn off for a buck at the questioning shout. She visibly paled when she saw a distinctive purple head built low to the ground.
"Mine," Bird answered, sidestepping a hindering stack of candy to make her way toward the other lady.
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Posted: Tue Jan 24, 2006 6:48 pm
Ioyla's head perked as the purple-haired toddler was claimed by an alarmingly pale lady. She waved her arms some more to alert Bird that she was over by the action movies, slinked back over to Stala, and felt her eyes roll skyward at the scene before her.
Ilistala was currently on her knees in front of Pree, whining with her, passing an arm under a nose that was certainly not on fire. She touched Papree's ankle with gentle fingers, hiccuping. Ohhh, she made the little girl get a boo-boo! Stala sat back on her rear, Indian-style, and hiccuped again. "Ahhzaa," she pointed out, knuckling away a few tears, "buhbuhbuh." I agree completely.
Ioyla watched Stala murmur educated, matter-of-fact toddler-things at a kid who would probably throw a movie right back at her own child. Her tongue poked annoyed furrows in her jaw and cheeks. "That's right, Stala," she cheered, "you tell her you're sorry, you tell her good."
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Posted: Thu Jan 26, 2006 1:54 pm
Bird scurried over, mind supplying her with the worst possible scenarios one could ever think of, automatically veering toward the waving appendages near the back of the store.
Papree had blinked away the last of the tears in confusion, her ankle's discomfort now diminishing to a tolerable throb. Half of her puzzlement was on the fact that the fire on top of the other kid's head hadn't spread, or charred her face black, or.. done anything except... sit there. Most befuddling. The other half was because she seemed to be apologizing now instead of hurling another one of those skinny boxes at her.
"Abnoo?" Pree questioned, blinking bewilderedly, the grip her fingers held around her joint diminishing until they slid off, revealing an undamaged, if not slightly red and sore, ankle.
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Posted: Tue Jan 31, 2006 10:44 am
Ilistala offered Pree a solemn nod at her questioning baby-babble. Yes, she was sorry for throwing things at Papree; heat of the moment, she supposed. ...if she knew what that meant. The point is, Stala was apologizing. The Shattered toddler slipped a finger into her mouth, sucking on it, getting it spitty and gross, before pulling it out and touching Pree's ankle. She meant the best, truly, and saliva had some kind of special enzyme in it! ...maybe!
"Ahdaaaar," she concluded, wiping the last of the spit on Pree's ankle. She promptly sat down and turned to her mother, who was watching the anixious Bird approach herself and the two toddlers. Ioyla casually leaned against the movie rack, picking at her thumb nail.
"Hey lady, so like...whatever is goin on here, y'know...I didn't do it." A cheesy grin flickered across her face, followed by a thumbs up and the reluctant patting of Pree's head. "See, she's fine. No need to sue us or anythin, yeah?"
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Posted: Wed Feb 01, 2006 2:34 pm
Papree stared at her ankle, reaching out to poke at it with an outstretched finger, and then proceeding to stare at the finger. Miraculously, the ankle's dull trob had receeded almost completely. Pree's face brightened; whoa! The fire-haired kid could do magic!
"Daaa! Eee!" she squealed, wriggling her ankle in every possible direction it could go. "Prrumbum," she said with a flash of teeth in a smile; thanks!
"Sue?" Bird repeated blankly, her mind frazzled from the massive amount of grotesque scenes her imagination had been too happy to provide. "Oh! Oh, no no, I'd never do anything like that," she hastily reassured, cracking a grin and looking sheepish. As Pree blinked at the sudden bobbing of her head, Bird confessed, "I'm actually sorta glad. She doesn't talk too much-- well, I mean, if you count babbling as talking but.. y'know."
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Posted: Wed Feb 01, 2006 6:19 pm
Ilistala stared at her finger in dumb disbelief. Holy cow! She healed Papree! Woah! Maybe spit did have something wacky in it! Testing this new found "super power", Stala jabbed her finger back into her mouth, turning her attention from mommy and this New Lady to Papree, who seemed enthralled with her healed ankle. After a few moments of slobbering, Stala yanked her finger back out and jabbed a small cut on her elbow, one she had gotten a few days ago from scratching herself too hard.
Nothing happened. What a gyp! Maybe the wound had to be fresh? Or maybe she was just lucky that one time...Ilistala didn't care, she proceeded to lick herself all over. Covered in spit and pleased with herself, Stala gave her new friend a happy-go-lucky thumbs-up, just like mommy!
And speaking of mommy, Ioyla chewed her nail while Bird spoke. "Oh yeah? Don't talk too much? Lady, I'd sure love to trade with you...I can't get her to shut up, sometimes. And she knows...naughty words, and stuff. Like, the kind...someone her age shouldn't know." Ioyla blushed, taking all the credit for teaching her kid how to say ******** style="color: gray">"Anyways...hi, I'm Ioyla, and that's Ilistala, but you can call her Stala. Or Hey You." Her hand fell from mouth to hover just in front of Bird, ready for a good, warm hand shake.
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Posted: Fri Feb 24, 2006 2:46 pm
Bird failed to dissapoint, thrusting out her arm and shaking the other's hand as one would do in an interview. "Hullo!" she replied cheerily, "M'name's Bird and... it sounds like you have quite a handful."
Wow. This kid was friggin' amazing in Pree's book. Giggling, Papree (still wigging her ankle everywhichway) clapped and cheered in the strange way that small children do before suddenly realizing there was more than one mommygiant hovering above them. Tilting her head as far back as it would go to view the entire person in her eyesight, a blinking Pree pointed a finger up at Ioyla and quiered, "Dooo?"
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Posted: Mon Feb 27, 2006 7:09 am
When the customary greeting was complete, Ioyla let her hand fall back to her side, hooking her thumbs in the beltloops of her jeans. She snorted, loudly, at Bird's iroinically obvious note of how much of a hassle Ilistala, and small children in general, could be. "You got that right, Bird," she murmured, "a big ******** handful." One hand dropped from its spot at her pants to hang out for Stala to take, which she didn't.
Instead, Ilistala's attention was focused on her saliva-drenched arm. Her elbow still sported the scab, even after all of that licking, but it looked softer, pink around the edges. Perhaps it was healing! There was only one way to find out! Wiggling her bottom, situating herself more on the floor of the video store, the Shattered toddler peeled the scab right off. Ew, I know.
Ioyla watched her child do this with a face frozen between annoyance and disgust. "Dear...God," she breathed, bending down to snatch Stala up off the floor and resting her on her hip. Ioyla offered Bird a nervous laugh, and the situation would have almost been comically gross, had Ilistala not began yelling and beating her mother's back with her tiny baby fists, apparently furious with Ioyla for stopping her attempts at self-healing.
The demon finally noticed Papree's inquiry, turning to the little one with her patented Cheesy Ioyla Grin, one that was sure to show up in every outing, always to please. "Yeah kid, you're right! You ask whatev'r you want, even if it doesn't make that much sense!"
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Posted: Sat Mar 18, 2006 11:21 am
Papree responded with a confused blink and a tiny little grin of her own before abandoning the question and returning her attention to Ilistala's antics, wondering if she should be doing the same. Maybe it was part of the whole healing process? Pree glanced down at her slightly reddened ankle (which had finally come to a rest) and wrinkled her forehead in worry - she hadn't liked that feeling at all.
As the small child pondered what to do, Bird looked sheepish after witnessing the firey-haired kid's performance, well used to toddlers' antics by now. She popped open her mouth to voice something that was, most likely, not catagorized as intelligent when there was a tug on her hand. Automatically, Bird glanced down and stared at Pree, who was still yanking on her five-fingered appendage as if it were one of those old fashioned bells (with the one rope and the one.. bellringer dude. Yeah! That one!). Once she had Bird's full attention, Pree reached up with her arms outstretched and announced, "Ba!"
Perplexed, Bird obeyed and lifted Pree up, intending to heft her over her shoulders, when Pree, after passing the waistline, immediately opened her mouth and started hollering as loudly as possible and beating on Bird's belly.
Bird immediately doubled over, still hanging onto the seemingly possessed child, in both pain and surprise. What the...?
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Posted: Sat Mar 18, 2006 11:48 am
[Oh snap, Quasimodo. SANCTUARYYYYYY! xd ]
Ilistala's beating continued on for the next five minutes, her small fists pounding red marks on her mother's back. Stala continued yelling as well, right into Ioyla's ear, who, by now, was starting to lose the feeling in not only her spine, but her eardrum as well. The attack finally subsided, but only when Ilistala noticed Pree doing the same thing. What a wacky kid! Stala liked her.
By now, the few customers in the store had vanished, more than a little pertubed by the wailing infants. The movie store clerk had picked up the phone to dial the police, or possibly even animal control, but when the fire-haired one (and, coincidentally, the loudest) had stopped screaming, he decided against it. He really didn't want any trouble from the toddler, who seemed capable of bringing down the entire store.
While Ioyla recouperated from nearly breaking her back and going deaf, Stala wiggled and jiggled until she was finally free of her mother's grip, where she would fall to the ground, her backside cushining her drop. She pushed herself to her feet, toddled over to Bird, and began whacking the woman's legs, obviously under the impression that causing others pain was amusing. Ioyla did nothing, or perhaps she didn't notice, instead far too busy masaging her neck and ear. What a loud little kid...
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