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 Posted: Sat Sep 08, 2007 1:10 pm
Clothing, clothing! So much clothing and it wasn't for other people - it was all for him! It had been so long before Iamel had done something just for himself that it completely boggled his mind. But his Shiniee, having seen his heel wearing out part of his boots and how tight his shirts had been, had simply made a noise of disgust and shoved the credit card at him. It had been a surprise for the woodpecker but hey, who was he to say no?
The only problem was.. How to fit it onto the motorcycle? He'd taken that, too, and it could only hold so much. There was no side car. Maybe tie it down?
Firey red and yellow eyebrows furrowed together and he made his way towards the bike. The bags were put down heavily on the sidewalk near it, lips pursed together.
"Damnit."
Luckily, there was no real traffic of people.. This side of Gaia was safe to put bags down, especially if you kept an eye on them. Iamel backed up a few steps, his old and worn boots scraping on the damp and cold ground. His hand thrust into his pocket, chilled fingers wrapping around the black cell phone. Time to call Patrick and ask him what the hell he was supposed to do.
Numbers were being dialed when people began to whisper and point to the sky. The winged boy glanced up briefly - a shooting star. Big whoop. He shrugged and put the phone to his ear, not paying attention to the sky growing darker to the oncoming shooting start.
"Hey, Shiniee? I bought a lot of clothes and I don't think I'm going to be able to fit them all on the motorcycle." His attention drew briefly to the sky, eyes squinting at the light that was slowly growing closer. Iamel glanced away though, shuffling slightly back to better hear his father. "Yeah, I know. Tie it up?"
The zooming noise was becoming louder and Patrick didn't even have a chance to respond when a pod-thing smashed into his beloved motorcycle and demolished it with the sheer force. A few of the bags caught on fire, sizzling and smoking under the damp atmosphere.
Iamel let out a scream akin to a disgusted cat, the cell folding down to hang up and it was pocketed. "Holy s**t. Oh HOLY. s**t. ******** ******** ******** scrambled over toward the pod, eyes wide and face pale as he pulled the bags away. No more motorcycle for his Shiniee! To his surprise, the pod thing continued to move, the top swooshing open to reveal an alien.
A small, squirming, rather ugly looking little baby. It was...really, ******** disgusting. Covered in scale things and the facial features just weren't appealing but... It was a baby. Inside, it had a small picture in with the hiccuping child. A girl was on the photo, rather pretty and not smiling.
Well, the baby wasn't smiling. Her eyes slanted open slowly, lips parting with a whine. She writhered, arm waving wildly, hiccuping and wailing in a low, almost muted tone.
People were begining to stare. Not that they hadn't before but this time he was picking up a little creepy-looking kid from the alien vessel - she changed. "Kian," Iamel murmured, pulling the girl close and bouncing her gently, face pressing against her head. "You're like Kian. A crimminal."
His little brother didn't act like a crimminal but.. well, Iamel didn't know what to think. They'd be paying Archie a call the next day. The little pod probably went off course... they weren't too far from it, after all. As it was, he hailed down a taxi. No more bike for them, it seemed.
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Posted: Sat Sep 08, 2007 1:13 pm
Kians reaction to the kid.
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Posted: Wed Sep 19, 2007 9:57 am
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Posted: Wed Sep 19, 2007 9:58 am
Smiling Face, Familier PlaceThere is flirting, kissing, almost-petting, angst and then, apparently, they decide to try a relationship. Also, DDR watches.
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Posted: Sun Jan 06, 2008 7:36 am
[Halloween and the getting of the Doll!]
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Posted: Sun Jan 06, 2008 7:48 am
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Posted: Sun Jan 06, 2008 7:53 am
[Journal by mistah Iamel]
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Posted: Sun Jan 27, 2008 1:33 pm
"Five hundred, or nothing." Jimis voice was light, careless as she settled onto her worn bed, the mattress flat and hard. The sheets had been turned a dingy gray by weeks without cleaning and a tired body sleeping between them. The walls of her bedroom were cracked and a sea-weed green from the mold creeping up the sides; none of this bothered the slave. She roomed alone, bedded who she pleased and wore clothing, ate food, that only the richest of the rich could afford.
Her master could tell others she was a harem slave, so dressing her appropriately and feeding her so she remained healthy was crucial to her being attractive enough for him to care about. Extravagent decorations about her room, however, would lead to raised eyebrows and soft whispers.
She would've been a slave, no matter the way around it. Her species, the [...], had been enslaved forty years previous, leaving entire clans dead or kept for their blood. Jimis parents, Katia and Jimial, High-Prince and princess of the Corithian people, had been taken when Jimial was fifteen and Katia at tender thirteen.
They had been sold together, the beautiful pair of royal brats. As Corithians, who did not know the difference between pleasure or pain, they were kept under lock and key by their different masters until the last one - the current one. He had bought them, the both of them, and kept Jimial for himself. Katia was kept alive only because her brother was the Favorite of the blood-sucking Master.
Jimi pushed herself from her bed, cutting off her train of thought there. The young woman stood before the tanned female in front of her. She was an odd hybrid of things, with her mocha-colored flesh and her wide black eyes. Jimi didn't know what her heritage was and, unless she didn't pay, she didn't care. The young woman was trembling, unable to meet the wide, slanted gaze of the witch-green eyes.
"Five-five hundred is too much! Isn't there something else, please? I-I need him. I need him." The female pleaded through tear-glistening eyes and Jimi allowed her hand to rise, stroking the soft golden bracelet around one wrist. That had been an heirloom that Jimial had managed to hoarde away some how and Master had allowed him to give it to his Favorites abandoned child. A child of incest, she should've been killed. Instead, she had been coddled.
"Five hundred or nothing." She repeated, soft voice silken. "What else do you have of any value to me, Kalaki'n? Your pretty smile, your pretty voice? I don't have need of a new voice or another smile to decorate my face."
Kalaki'n, the young blood slave of seventeen, shuddered, rubbing at her elbows. "I love him. Anything." Her voice was a whisper, eyes still glazed. Tears, unasked for, started creeping from the kohl-rimmed lids. "Anything I have."
Jimis lips curled up slowly at that, her head tilting upwards in contemplation. "..very well. I'll inform you on what that 'anything' is. For now, you will have your man." Kalaki'n trembled and stared at her in shock. "Leave."
She ran.
A few weeks later, Master came home with news of a slaughter. Jimial had told his own small harem of full- and half-blooded Corithian females what had happened. Apparently, a blood-slave in a nearby house, had been found murdered in his bedroom by one of his many, many lovers. The culprit, a pretty young thing with mocha skin and soft brown hair, had torn him apart with her bare hands upon seeing him with a bed slave, screaming that she had loved him.
The poor bed slave had remained alive as the other woman had, apparently, gone as still as a corpse and had fallen onto the torn shreds of her wayward lover, eyes blank. On the small of her back there had been a small mark, a tattoo-looking thing in an oval shape, and looked.. unnatural.
Some blamed witchcraft, due to it being a lack of native tattooing. Masters, the lot of them, had started warding their homes against such practices. Jimial had given his daughter a side-ways look as he spoke of witchcraft. Jimi had simply smiled back, fingers rubbing that golden bracelet which was now shining with a quiet sort of light.
Warding didn't work if spells had been cast outside of their warding. Tsk tsk.
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Posted: Thu Mar 13, 2008 7:34 am
]Hey there, paperweight.
Dee is still small. Dee is also still very very skinny. She's starting to walk a little, though as quiet as ever. She still won't let go of that stupid friggen bracelet, despite the fact that it feels like it has the weight of the world on it.
I've started dating, journal. DDR likes him and I like him. I'm not exactly sure if I should -date- a mortal as... uh. I'm not one and I kill them for a living (I assume anyway - that's a rant for another day, Shaunuh.) so it's not like we have our -jobs- in common. His name is Gaetan something and he works at this kiddie playplace/kingerdarden/dance and gymnastic school thing I shoved her happy a** into. A kid's gotta be soclialized, right? No good ever came with hanging with your father all the time.
He's, obviously, older then me and hot damn, journal. He is -built-. He's shorter then me, like everyone is, and kinda girlie* but the man is a dancer and you can see Every Single Muscle when he dances. It helps that he likes wearing fitted clothing to because... yeaaaaaaah. He cooks; makes a kick a** mango pudding. For some reason he finds the fact that I'm skinny as al get-out attractive and he doesn't care that I live with Shiniee. Maybe the fact that I'm just there to help him take care of the metric butt-ton of kids he's adopted and never given a crap about afterwards except for lab animals helps with that POV.
Anywho, we've been on dates but we haven't actually -gone- anywhere. I think that's my fault. I've tried to avoid anything except fooling around in public. Don't get me wrong, the dude is eyecandy and I feel no shame in carting his butt around town. I've slept with mortals before - only mortals (thanks a whole friggen lot, Diacyn. You're such a friggen a**. I hate you. Why did you leave?) - but I'd never gotten attatched to any except Shiniee and now Dee. You're supposed to like your Gaurdian, right? And since I've taken her in, I'm supposed to care about her too, right? She's my chick and all that, not big enough to be kicked out of the nest, hasn't learned to fly, etc, etc.
But a mortal? We kill them. We are the Drips of Despair, the Facuets of Death. ********, I know I spelled that wrong but still. That's what we are. We are Bird, we are Kin. Mortals are our victims, our way of helping the world by keeping it moving. We don't date mortals. I think I'm ashamed of myself, for getting attatched to a moving pile of meat that hasn't had any connections to me in the family sense. What would happen if Kin saw? Would they try and kill him? Harass me?
I don't think Xaxis would care. Savius might, but only cause he's a little bit like that. Elitist. Kin is Kin and everyone else is Mortal, Prey. Diacyn... I don't give a s**t what Diacyn would think. Screw Diacyn. I haven't seen him in over half a year. Probably a year. We were in that weird dimension thing, I kissed him, and once we got out, he flippin' disappeared on me.
My best friend. First crush. Not my first kiss or my first lay but he meant a lot and he -left-. I wouldn't have cared so much if he had at LEAST said goodbye.
Augh. Away from this emo crap. Diacyn is gone and Shanuh will probably care about me dating a Mortal. I need to talk to SHanuh. I haven't seen him in... a long time. In fact, I haven't seen ANY of them in a long time. What the hell happened, Journal? We used to be tight, we used to be close Kin.
Have Savius and Xaxis finally DONE something? DO they miss everyone? Do they keep in touch?
What the helling hell, Journal? What have I been doing?
Screw this, I'm hitting up the Birdcage. I need to see my friends again.
-Woody.
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Posted: Thu Jul 31, 2008 4:30 pm
I KNOW stuff has happened with Dee and I fail i posting it.
Links go here.
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Posted: Thu Jul 31, 2008 4:48 pm
Iamel lounged in the rear of Dees dance class. She was good. Toddlers shouldn't be that graceful but given the act that her criminal photo showed a girl in a harem get up, he wasn't all too surprised.
Gaetan had gone on another ballet tour. He'd been gone for a good three months this time, in a starring role. It paid well but Iamel, ever selfish, was lonely.
DDR helped. Sure, she was quiet but even as a toddler, she was getting damn good at Super Nintendo and Mariod. Friggen button masher.
He stretched out on the cheap plastic as his (********) daughter did a spin, her bald head thrown back. Sure. She was ugly, with those scales and that nose, but damn she could move.
Class ended. DDR didn't go off to giggle with friends (they were ******** toddlers, for ******** sake. What did they know about friendship?) or try and play with others. She moved confidently towards her father and grabbed his scrawny hand.
"Go." She ordered of him, pretty green eyes looking up at him. "Hungry now. Fish?"
Iamel snorted and scooped her up, giving her bald head a rb. "Fish." He agreed. "Tuna?"
"Teelapa." DDR replied, frowning as she mispronounced. Iamel just snorted back at her, smirked, and grabbed her dancing bag. "No rice."
"Yeah, french fries all the way, squirt. Wanna try Mortal Combat tonight?" The other parents and children filed out with them; the colorful teen only received a few Lok from rather affronted parents. Bright, colorful, and violent didn't usually go over too well with the PTA.
DDR never seemed to mind. Hell, Iamel had the feeling him being so different is what made her like him. And she DID like him. It was cool.
The walk home was silent save for the people around him and the dull clunk of heavy boots. His home was quiet and empty, although the colors were loud.
He tossed DDR on the numerous pillows and beanbags that made up his couch - she squirmed happily upon impact - before he made his way to the kitchen.
"Hey, Dee?" He called back; she grunted aknowledgement. "What did you do to get sent here?"
The silence was brief. Iamel was taking the fish from the refridgerator when he felt her watching him. The Gaurdian of Death turned to see his daughter watching him intensely.
He quirked a brow. She shrugged.
"Took."
"Took? Like, you stole s**t? What did you steal?"
"Mm." Her eyes narrowed more, one hand moving to fondle the gold ring she wore wrapped around arm. "Lives. Being. Souls?"
Iamel paused at that one, pierced eyebrows at his hairline. "You stole SOULS?"
She shrugged again. "Yes. All here." She gestured to her bracelet although her eyes never left Iamels. "Mine."
"Yeah, sure. Don't take mine, okay?"
DDR blinked, as if the idea had never occured to her. She crikled her nose and started towards her father to wrap her arms around one leg.
"No." Her voice was muffled and firm. "You are good. Love you."
Iamel was now the one blinking. He leaned down and gave her head another rub.
"You too, kid. Lemme make dinner now. Okay?"
She nodded and released him, taking a step back. "Watch Ariel."
"Poor unfortunate souls," Iamel sung cheerfully as he tossed the fish onto a pan. "So sad, so true~ yeah. I'll put'er on. Go sit down."
DDR toddled off obediently to the living room. It only took Iamel a minute to follow. They ate dinner watching Ariel emo over having everything, and fell asleep as Ursula fought Triton.
Iamels last thought was that maybe he wasn't so alone.
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Posted: Thu Jul 31, 2008 5:07 pm
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Posted: Thu Jul 31, 2008 5:15 pm
Hey there, paper weight!
So, some s**t's gone down. Fun times, right? SO right. I mean, I have quite the faggy boyfriend and an alien criminal as a daughter.
Granted, both are pretty cool. I dig 'um anyway. I'm over the whole mortal thing. I can't find any Kin.
Turns out Dee killed people! Stole their souls. I know I'm a sick ******** but that is just so ******** awesome I can't DESCRIBE. I mean, she friggen has a whole lot of souls in that freaky-a bracelet of hers and it's just - wow.
Wish I could do that, man.
Gaetan hasn't been around much. S'ok. I still like him. I'm just surprised I hadnt had the urge to mess around with other people. I mean, sure, I look but who doesn't?, but that's all it is. Looking. No real desire to screw 'um. When I jerk off, I only get off by thinking of him.
He has a weeks performance an hour from here. Next month I think. Might hit him up a time or two.
...Yeah, who am I kidding? I'll leave Dee with Akuti or something and b there the whole week. Rent a hotel room or something.
Stupid humans.
I think when he gets back, I'm gonna ask him to move in. Or, conidering I'm living in a fricken tree outside my SHiniees house, if I can move in with him. he digs Dee and - heh - I KNOW he finds my company tolerable. If I pay of, erm, everthing he might say yes.
Maybe 2/3, with Dee and me forcing him to walk around in tights.
...Mm. Tights.
Nng.
Sometimes I still miss Diacyn. You know? He was a big part of my life and... up and gone. No word from any ofo them. I know where Savius and Xaxis are, I think.
Note to self: Call them. ********. I think I'm more of a mortal then Shiniee sometimes.
Got a new job. It PAYS. Building computers, making programs. Pretty fun junk. Means hairnets and naked though.
Dee's still dancing. She's weird looking so I guess she likes feeling pretty. Or something. She's really good too. Kian is going to teach her to fight, which is cool. I don't know how to.
Speaking of Kian, I had to threaten his little boyfriend. b*****d is leaving and while THAT isn't a big a deal in itself, Kian is... kinda broken over it. he's i love and the ******** is LEAVING him for some other guy (who is 'better', which is DUMB because I've SEEN howo they act together) and it's kind of made Kian totally upset. At first, I figured he was just PMSing but it kept going on. o I stole his tape recorder diary thing ********. His voice BROKE talking about it.
I went to Autsus work and told him to stay the hell away from my brother. Kian is better off without him.
At first he soort of agreed but when I told him I wasn't going to be Kians bodygaurd, he flat out told me no. He'd 'burn the world' for Kian or some s**t.
I grabbed him, he nearly stabbed me. I told him if he tried it again that I would fry his a**.
Idiot. If he ever comes back from that planet and wants Kian back, I'll beat the ever-loving s**t out of him. Like HELL does he deserve someone as nifty as Kian.
a*****e.
I'm rambling, damnit.
Cutting you out now, journal.
Peace.
Woody
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Posted: Sun Jan 24, 2010 5:35 pm
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