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 Posted: Wed Jun 28, 2006 10:17 pm
Shadow_Windstars and Kisten's Life Please be respectful to both "pet" and owner by not posting within this thread unless you have their express permission. Failure to do otherwise may result in you and your posts' being reported to the administrators as well as going on DemonTainted's Celibate List.
Thank you for your time. 
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Posted: Thu Jun 29, 2006 6:16 am
Navigation Shadda’s home
Occupants
Rules
Owner
Kisten
Time line
Photo album
Gifts and such
Friends
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Posted: Thu Jun 29, 2006 6:36 am
The Home It is a modest two-story home of a dark blue color trimmed in off white and surrounded by gardens of flowers. An iron-bar fence surrounds the front and three quarters down the side. Flat stones are stacked finishing the fence adding a more rustic look to the back yard. The windows are arched and two protrude on either side of the wooden door. Inside it is a mess of bookshelves, knickknacks, and rugs on the hard wood floor. Most objects on the lower shelves are rubber banded to provide grips for the heavy object and reduced the number of things smashed to dust. The lower floor is the study, kitchen, laundry, entertainment den complete with hanging hammock and mattress covered with pillows underneath for the occasion fall. Also a bathroom, the door to the basement and the door to the back yard, two-window seat are beside the door. The upper floor is bedrooms, six small but single rooms and a tiny half bathroom. The basement is Shadda’s room and her private bathroom.
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Posted: Thu Jun 29, 2006 9:52 am
Occupants and a bit about themRoom six Kisten- see profile below Basement Shadda- profile below Room one AsherAsh is a stork anthro from Shounen ai love and one of the few that still lives in the house. He’s calm for the most part; place him and Kayin anywhere near each other, well it’s a full out brawl. Roof KayinA demon from Shounen ai and Asher’s nemesis, he keeps trying to pull out Asher’s feathers. He’s rather rough around the edges and tends to sleep on the roof; no matter how much scolding he receives for such actions. Room two Sandalon Sandalon is from I see a bad moon rising. The kitten is male despite the girly appeared and is a spaz. Room three KazukiThe only Anthropomorph to call this place home, Kazuki smiles easily but seems distance as if something keeps escaping his mind. The back yard Damian A chimerical, Damian is nearly fully grown and keeps an eye on his little adopted brother Joscelin also know as Jo. He’s shy around new folk and tends to keep to the backyard. Joscelin] Like all babies, Jo tends to explore everything leaving muddy trails of prints and mess though out the house. He does not take easily to stranger.
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Posted: Thu Jun 29, 2006 9:59 am
Rules Obey them! All Gaia rules GBC thread rules Please don't pm me about posting in here, this thread is for private rp's, journal entries, and the occasional rp that carries on to the house.
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Posted: Thu Jun 29, 2006 11:14 am
Shadow’s info
Screen name Shadow windstars Nick names – Shadda, Shadow, occasionally windstars. Meaning behind the name? Nothing, I just slammed words together trying to find something useable and easy to remember. Age- 19 Lives- In a small town, in Michigan. Works- At a grocery store the management is slightly more caring then McDonalds. Birthday- December 7th Likes- Reading fantasy, sci-fi, and adventure books. Horror is all right, movies of the same genre as reading material. Manga and Anime including Yaoi and Shounen ai themes. Music from fork lore to my parents generation Guns and Roses, mostly rock both hard and soft. The type parents call angry music. Role playing games with friends. Dislikes- Most of her managers, they all seem to lack the idea of personal space. Being broke, gaudy jewelry and metals such as yellow gold it’s harsh looking. Bigots, red necks, Michigan’s lack of jobs, seeing it caused her close friend to move to Florida.
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Posted: Thu Jun 29, 2006 11:31 am
Kisten's Bio Age- Around 12 Stage –Preteen Name’s meaning- I believe it’s a form of Kristen. I yanked it from the sexy leather clad, bad boy vampire from Kim Harrison’s novels. Anyways the exact meaning is unknown. Nicknames- Kist? Skin color-robin egg blue Eye color-Green Hair-Pink with black stripes in a mohawk type thing flopped over one side of his skull. Piercings -Lower lobes Likes- The color's black, white, and pink. He likes the stones Jade and the metals copper and silver. Dislikes- Being left behind. Personality -A bit naive but sweet for the most part. Relations- Sandalon-brother, role model Shadda-Mother
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Posted: Thu Jun 29, 2006 11:32 am
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Posted: Thu Jun 29, 2006 11:54 am
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Posted: Thu Jun 29, 2006 12:10 pm
Gifts and such things Goes here
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Posted: Thu Jun 29, 2006 12:13 pm
Friends! The all mighty friends list and Kisten's feelings for them.
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Posted: Thu Jun 29, 2006 8:21 pm
Friendly reminders toself and helpful hints to those reading.
Journal entries will have parchment back grounds to them.
Kisten will posts in blue.
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Posted: Fri Jun 30, 2006 7:46 am
Odds and ends Compaions that made show up but don't live at the home. Akash- a unicorn healer from the Anthropomorphs shop. His hobbies include hand sewing and embroidery. Any of the many Anthropomophs Shadow keeps a eye on. Ailence, Niki, and the switch. Switch doesn't have a name yet, considioring his or her art has not been finished.
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Posted: Fri Jun 30, 2006 10:39 am
Notice board
Hiatus notes will be posted here.
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Posted: Sat Jul 01, 2006 6:13 pm
Travel and Arrival
The leather seats were wrecked with a mess of dry and semi moist pudding that was covering the interior of the little Chevy Cavalier. Leather, thank the faith it was easy to clean. Now, would the pudding come out of the carpeting when they stopped? That was the question of the day, and what to do now with the kid?
Snapping the pinkish bubble, she tilted her head to glance at the child riding shotgun. A bath was called for. Perhaps take him in the back to be sprayed down with the hose first. She rather not have pudding dripped in the house. She hated cleaning so the floors were all wood. Easy to take care of just take a broom or mop to them and whoosh no more mess. She slipped the gum back into her mouth; it was the cool blissful flavor of watermelon successful in banishing the lingering taste of pudding.
Alleluia! Praise the saints for the invention of gum. Now if they would just turn that magnifying glass, causing the hole in the ozone layer, over a tad and blow up the pudding factories; she would be in paradise. Or would that cause them to combust in flames?
Kisten squirmed slightly in his seat; the pudding was drying; which in turn, was causing some places to itch that where inappropriate to scratch at. The thrill of traveling was fading as the chaffing kept drawing his attention away from the window. “Are we almost there? Where we going?” He finally wailed itching at his arm.
“Where are we going,” she corrected, turning slightly to give him a baffled look. He had been so quite and now this? Lets just take it as an improvement that he was actually speaking to her. He hadn’t spoken a peep since she left in a firestorm trying not to corrupt his brain by cussing out loud, hustled him into the car, seat belted him in after a second thought, and drove off like the hounds of hell where after them.
“Are we almost there?” He demanded again stomping his foot down. “I’m all itchy.” He itched the inside of an armpit, pudding flaking off and getting under his nails. “It’s all over! I don’t like pudding!”
‘Yes damn it! Now shut up!’ The words flickered through her mind; she wanted to say them, to scream them out. No, can’t say those words to a kiddy, didn’t want to corrupt his mind. She took a deep breath. Inhale. Exhale. He just had to bring up the subject of the pudding. Which was crusted in her hair, on her skin, under her nails for the sake of everything holy the shower better be able to remove this vile stuff.
“We are almost there. Why don’t you look for it? It’s the blue two story home on the right side.” She said slowly controlling herself. Did they ever think of billing angry music as therapeutic? Something about the lyrics of Traps headstrong made everything better. She could be plain old crazy; that possibility kept gaining merit.
“The tiny one with the gate?” He chirped out, head craned to look out the window. One sticky, pudding color finger pointed the general direction. “It’s all toy like!” He turned to look at her, his vivid green eyes, such a pure color with no trace of blue, widen in a comic expression.
The comic expression and cheeky remark collided causing her to choke down the urge to laugh and the urge to cuff him ever so lightly. Tiny? It was descent size! She certainly was paying enough to own and furnish the place. Miniscule compare to the mansion; she couldn’t compete with that fact. “Yeah kiddo,” she said voice tired. “That the place.” She reached over and ruffled that purple hair.
Time for a change of topics so she popped the questioned, “how old are you?” That seemed an important piece of information to know. Plus it should distract him from the itching. She was guessing around six maybe eight. Her skill at perceiving ages had come from judging legal age for booze purchases. Behind that clutter of hair dye, skin tightening cream, and make up was natures little tell tales. Wrinkles around the wrists, joints, and mouth told what was hidden. Little kid’s skin was still elastic giving no hint but ******** height, both her younger brothers towered over her. Genetics played a role in height and hair coloring. Just because someone had gray did not mean he or she where old! It could just be prematurely that way. Wait this was getting off topic. “What did you say?” She was asking Kisten his age not bitching about the world. There was just so much to complain about though.
Kisten eyes where bright in irritation from being ignored. His small hands where suddenly in her face displaying seven fingers. “I’m seven!” He shrieked obeying the unwritten law of young children that louder is better. “Seven, seven, seven!”
Great, she just had to edge him into a tantrum. “Alright now Kisten. I hear you; you are seven years old,” she soothed, reaching over to grasp the wrist and force them down. “I can’t see with your hands in my face love.” Unhindered, she ruffled his shocking purple hair. “Sorry I wasn’t listening; I was caught up in something.” She felt an apology was necessary; he needed a good role model.
“You should be sorry. Your mine! You’re suppose to listen to me,” he crossed his arms, features cast into a little pout. “You promised me you where mine!”
What the ********? Okay, they where going to have a long talk as soon as he had a bath. She was the parent and so was in charge. Owning people was a vile act. Thankfully, the house was the next one up. Shadow turned into the drive and parked it. Taking a deep breath, she clicked the buckle, opened the door, and walked to the other side. She needed some time to think and was not going to dignify Kisten’s tantrum by answering.
She opened the door, looking down at him with no nonsense eyes. “Get out of the car Kisten,” she ordered. “We need to get cleaned up, and we have to talk.” She kept her voice firm but gentle. Shadow did not want to seem harsh or arrogant; she wanted Kisten to trust her, but his attitude need an adjustment.
His green eyes flickered in confusion at her tone; why did then need to talk? He didn’t know how to reacted to the tone, not one of the fleeting adults had spoken in such a voice at the mansion. A click sounded as he pressed the button in freeing him from the restraint. “I guess we can,” he said, inquisitive on the novelty of this adult before him.
‘So it begins,’ she narrated. ‘The unruly boy tentatively agrees to talk to her. She takes his hand, intertwining their fingers, and leads him to the back.’ She smiled at him, hand clasping his in her narrow fingers. “Now lets go to the back and rinse off first.”
To new beginings
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