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 Posted: Sun Sep 03, 2006 6:25 pm
"That sucked, like that's possible and really the key line sucked too it was placed way wrong and come on all hail the play station , ******** this . Next time I pick the damned movie" Jera grumbled walking out of the theater and back into the main mall with her guardian. The cenatur like child flipped her braids back behind her head and sighed " The only good thing the movie was the near graphic sex well and when the snake bit that guy's di-"
" Enough Jera really, I thought you were mature enough to see an older rated movie but apparently not" Nyx sighed. The truth was that Jera was too mature and movies like snakes on a plane which were amusing due to their utter badness did not entertain the girl.The two were at the mall both to see the movie as a sort of bond and for Jera to pick up some last minute school supplies.
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Posted: Fri Sep 15, 2006 1:33 pm
( Sorry for the long wait, love. )
-Simon nudged the ground half heartedly with his foot, eyes cast forward and one hand carefully tucked into the side pocket of his pale tan slacks. He was dressed more than professionally for the day, a fine shirt clinging to his awkward figure and a tie hanging down about half way, as obnoxiously purple as it ever possibly could be, and laden with various little octopus designs.
It was a 'funny tie', as some people called it, but it was a special request for visits to the old campus. After all, the tie had been a gift from that vague college romance. He had to wear it there, for memory sake, and being as slow as he occasionally was with thought process, he had not thought to remove the tie after the visitation had ended. It had only been a few moments, a need for a quiet talk with someone familiar and solid.
After dragging Mortimer to the campus, he'd decided it would probably be best for the two of them to... Do something. Sitting around at the house was more than awkward, and, every time he locked himself in the study, he would find himself feeling slightly guilty over the fact that the young boy he cared for was seated alone in front of a television.
Not that Mortimer seemed to mind. The child had an eerie fascination with cowboy lore and outlaws, Robin Hood, Jessie James, and the desperately old films of actors not even Simon had heard of before. The films were often riggid and crude, consisting of honor or greed, glorfying the outlaw life, while, at the same time, condemning it. Whatever affect such an interest would have on the boy was predictable. Simon had a feeling the outcome would be regretful, but he could not bring himself to call the movies poor. Besides ... They were only movies, and they were only influentual if there were no other factors in the life of the boy, which was precisely why Simon had taken the satyric being with him to the university, and then to the mall, a place far more active than his old campus.
The activity did not phase Simon in the least. He found the crowds almost casual, and nearly as intriguing as any individual person he'd ever talked to on buisness grounds. With a glance left and right, then down at the young toddler following him, he came to notice there was little excitement in either of their features.
Simon had the book store in the mall, where he would often go to browse and be lost for hours in books he had yet to purchase for his personal library. Mortimer had nothing. It was his first trip to the mall, something any normal child may have found exciting. Children liked to explore, did they not? Mortimer seemed increasingly unenthusiastic whenever Simon looked at him, except, on rare occasions, when the glimpse was caught by accident...
Mortimer's head turned away from the man and fell upon the crowds of people standing in lines to buy tickets to movies. His brows were furrowed together at the sight, and his eyes fixated on the variety of creatures. There were different things all over the place. Some looked like the man he could not remember the name of, others looked... Stranger? He could not think of a word for the descriptions of the things around him. It was an in door market place, filled with too many species of things to count.
"Mortimer?" Simon asked, as he always did, every day, every time they spoke. Like every other time, Mortimer refused to respond to the name. The pale, ghastly child kept looking at the theater, his peggish legs hobbling along the tiled floor of the mall until he passed Simon, who had ceased motion to speak to him.
"What are you looking at?"
He heard the middle aged man ask him. Mortimer only clucked his tounge and continued moving, his cowboy hat bobbing up and down, back and forth, with each rythmic motion. Something caught his eyes, though. The goat legs stopped moving, and his long tail slammed against the ground due to the force of his stop, which had nearly forced him to lose his balance.
Exiting the movie theater was something the reminded him, Andre, of home. Whatever it was, it had four legs, and two arms. It looked very little like his former self, but the amount of limbs was enough to force him to stop moving and stare like a dumbfounded idiot. He clucked his tounge, his response to everything, and turned his body to get a better look.
Simon had followed the trail of vision, although he had not managed to see what had caught the toddler's interests so easily. "The movies?"
The tip of Mortimer's tail flicked up. Without any notation of what he was doing, a point or a nod, he began pressing forward curiously, the little hooves clattering and creating a melodious, consistant sound. The hooves were the instrumental stars, and the various voices in the background the sidekicks, all part of an incredible symphony of socialization. Perhaps the noise had cast a spell, for Mortimer --- Andre --- Whoever he was --- has broken his observations and sleep-like state in order to get a better look at what had just moved from the theater.
Rudely, he tottered up to Jera and her guardian, looking up at them with great curiosity. His cowboy hat had given a violent slam against his back, and his unbutton gentleman's coat had fluttered forward with the quick stopping. He said nothing. He did nothing. He simply stared at the two with wide blue eyes. -
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Posted: Sat Sep 16, 2006 6:00 am
( no problem my dear, sorry I can't keep up with your post length)
Jera , who'd been about to make another comment despite Nyx's words paused. She'd heared the small child who was now before her approaching. Too few that she'd met on Gaia had hooves cloven or round so the sound of ones other than her own clicking on the floor were enough to get her attention.
Still she had not expected the owner of the other hooves to approach her and now that they had she was uncertain as to what to do. She did not know this small child and she felt no kinship towards it. After all this was just one of her skins inside she was still herself , still serpentine.
Nevertheless she couldn't just ignore the strange little boy, besides he had somewhat amusing looks with wings hooves and horns making him seem devilsh but countered by blond hair and blue eyes a which tended to be considered angelic feaures. She was confused by this little mixmatched boy confused and amused and thus she would speak with him if only a little.
" Hello, what's your name ?" She asked softly, considering their age differences and the fact that she towered over the boy she figured speaking gently with him was best.
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Posted: Sat Sep 16, 2006 10:12 am
Those rounded eyes had continued to gaze with a sort of affection and bewilderment. She was missing a set of legs, which he had determined long before his approch, immediately after seeing her, but that didn't seem to bother him. She had more than two legs, and that intrigued him, while, at the same time, comforted him.
He did not smile at the girl. Instead, his mouth had opened, as if it were appropriate for it to hang ajar. A weeze of wind escape the throat, but nothing more. No words. No voice. Even when he wanted to say something, he found he could not! Instantly, his mouth closed, but reopened for the clucking of a tounge noise. His communications method, clucking tounges.
Just as he had completed the childish clicking, Simon had caught up with him. The man wasn't out of breath. Then again, why would he be? They had only been a short distance from the theater when the two had emerged.
For a moment, the man breathed, looking down at the satyric thing with slight discomfort. He would have to explain that he couldn't walk away on his own later. There was no telling what would happen were he out of sight at such a vunerable stage. "I'm sorry." He smiled sheepishly, voice floating forward in a halfly professional manner. He was too fatigued with talking formally to continue in the manner, thus it was weak, less buisness like, less analytic. It seemed to float somewhere between casual and not in accent. The pitch remained indecipherable, but the tone revealed itself as apologetic and embaressed. "Mortimer sometimes..." He thought to himself. Mortmer didn't wander often. He generally stayed close, but this time...
Mortimer clucked his tounge at Simon, tail swishing as a look of slight irritation crossed his face. It softened soon after the name had dispersed. Mortimer, Mortimer, Mortimer. He couldn't get use to the name at all!
"Wanders off." Simon completed, countering the logic of his brain in order to give a simple explination for the boy's approch of the two. "He wasn't bothering either of you ladies, was he?"
The jumbled toddler's eyes seemed to jump. He tilted his head back to look up at the enormous Simon with disbelief, only to then shift his head back to Jera and change the expersion to almost trusting. He felt his escourt's good hand on his shoulder. One, he counted within his mind, two, he added, three...
A long breath was sent forth as Mortimer moved himself away to get a better look at the multi-limbed girl. He paused, tugged at the string of his cowboy hat, which hung about his kneck like a necklace, the hat in the back its shining medallion.
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Posted: Sun Sep 17, 2006 6:07 pm
Jera continued to stare at the boy whos name had been revealed as Mortimer. She wasn't certain exactly how to respond to him after all she didn't understand clucking. She simply smiled at him and tapped a forehoof on the ground echoing the pattern. If the boy was actually trying to speak to her that would probably get his attention better than attempting to speak again or clucking herself would.
At Simon's words though she diverted her attention for a moment " Nope we're not bothered he's cute and amusing." Not as much so as some of the other young children Jera had met but amusing nonetheless.
Nyx nodded to back up her daughter " Nothing to be sorry about, children wander off or purposefully ditch their parents she shot a look at Jera" all the time it's a hazard of parenthood."
Nyx thought Mortimer was rather adorable and wondered exactly what sort of being he was. He didn't seem familiar to her but then again new species popped up on Gaia everyday.
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Posted: Mon Oct 02, 2006 7:34 am
A hazard to parenthood. The line rang within Simon's mind like the beginning chorus of a song. It was wise sounding, and utterly truthful. Mortimer had a haunting tendency to stagger off whenever he felt like it, and each time Simon turned to check and he were gone ... ? It was mayhem!
He gave a reassured smile at the knowledge that Mortimer hadn't been pestering them in any way. He'd been wary about such behavior, a portion of his mind telling him to expect it one day, while another commented that it was seemingly illogical for trouble to arise so abrutly. "That's good to hear then." Simon shook his head to himself, running his good hand roughly through the hair, a sort of habit that had developed, amongst other things. "Terribly unuse to parenting. They're a handful to keep in sight."
Mortimer had turned his head to give Simon a quizzical look. The very word 'parent' seemed to twist at his innard. To he, Simon was no parent. He was an escourt, a watcher, a bit like a prison guard. He had never agreed to being handed over to the man! Then again ... He had not agreed to being born to his mother, either.
A faint breath was sent forth as he brushed off the comment. He was enthralled by Jera, moreso than he was by Simon or his prediciments.
As her gooves touched the ground in an echoing way, the satyric child lept slightly, eyes wide due to the sound. He cast glances about, the recalled the sound of hooves. Suddenly, he seemed confident with his own pair of legs. He tapped one hoof on the ground rythmically, mimicing Jera's pattern as best he could, before clucking his tounge again.
Such difficulty in communications.
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Posted: Wed Oct 11, 2006 2:23 pm
Jera listened to the awnsering beat and tried to figure out what to do next. They weren't talking exactly she hadn't been tapping out an interplantary code but they had made contact of sorts. With a slight smile she tapped her food against the ground again this time in a typically well known code.
Nyx watched her daughter for a moment before laughing softly at Simon " Yes well you'll get used to it rather quickly, inside another month or two you'll probably understand him better than you think you can and when he goes missing you'll know all the exact places to look."
havign been brough up ina neighbourhood filled with huge families Nyx has always been around children and even though Jera was her first she'd logn since learned a great deal of parenting tips and tricks. It certianly didn't mean she did everything right but it helped her a lot.
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Posted: Sun Oct 22, 2006 7:27 am
Simon flushed at the very idea of actually knowing where the boy bolted off to. It made perfect sense, but, regardless, the idea, or perhaps it was the accompanyment of laughter, had delivered the mark of slight embaressment. He smiled in his quirky way and gave a slight head motion so to signify agreement [or perhaps just mild concurance]. "That's a comforting thought." He chimed, giving Mortimer and Jera a cautious glance upon noticing their clacking of hooves.
Mortimer had blinked at the tapping of code. His mind hadn't comprehended a thing of it, only noticed the sound of the tapping hooves, only saw the motions. Eagerly, he tried tapping his hooves again, dancing from side to side in an almost desperate way. His tail swished from side to side, the fuzz mopping at the floor. In the end, he came to an unfortunate stop, lowering his head and tugging his hat up to take it off and hold it. He felt the rim with his thumbs, observing the texture so to distract the disheartened feeling. Finally, he let out a breath and managed to raise his head again to look at Jera. This time, no click was given, nor a stomp of his hooves. He simply stared, with an approving expression. After a good while, he shifted his hat to one hand and held the free extension out for a shake, a sort of gentleman's gesture of acquaintenceship.
Simon had turned his head away from the two children once again, looking towards Nyx. It was about that time when he realized something ridiculous. He had neglected to introduce himself. "Simon. My name is Simon. Might I ask yours?"
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Posted: Mon Oct 30, 2006 8:49 pm
"I'm Nyx coppers and my adoptive daughter here is Jera" The woman said smiling. She let her honey brown eyes flick between the children and the man standing before her, " You know I'm beggining to think that just maybe the cure for Jera's issues wasn't making her a child but giving her children to be around" she mused softly.
Nyx had no problems letting people know of Jera's past, it was in her opinion her duty to protect others from a child who could when she wanted to be quite dangerous. It would also be wrong for adults to talk about sensitive topics within the hearing range of a child who was possibly older than were.
Jera had watched Mortimer carefully tryignto figure out exactly What the child was up to. While they had been unable to communicate clearly that had come to some sort of understanding with each other. Jera too reached out and took the boys hand in hers " It's a pleasure to meet you."
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Posted: Mon Dec 18, 2006 9:58 am
A pleasure it was, meeting a creature with more than two legs. It was a welcoming sight, and Mortimer could not express his contentment. He felt closer to home, and that made him feel better, more like himself. However, there was also that nagging feeling - that dark, dark hidden issue.
Retracting his hand, the satyr had straightened himself and stared. A firm nod had been given as if he were agreeing to the statement.
"Pleasure to meet you both." Simon had smiled sheepishly. He had not seemed to fully comprehend the statement Nyx had made. Making a child... It clicked, and the man's eyes flickered towards Mortimer idly. "Pardon my bewilderment - but making her a child?"
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