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 Posted: Fri Sep 05, 2008 9:11 pm
The child; Rene writes
I fully beleive that whilst I breathe on Gaia, I will be made to suffer. It wasn't even a week after I'd settled into Bob's home (And by God, it felt good to be with my family again) that I was called to a location and had a child forced upon me.
He's an annoying little b*****d, that's for sure. He stings, too. Some hybrid between a man o'war and a human, and he's going to get a goddamn dragon. I named him Zach, because I could.
Sat down with Bob and we had ourselves a chat while the little ******** took a bath. He's one man I could sit down with and talk straight to, Thank God. I agreed that I'd work with him at his bar if he'd help me get a place for me and the little brat. He also said that he'd arrange for a babysitter for Zach while I did work.
I'm sick of Gaia and it's strange rules.
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Posted: Sat Sep 06, 2008 10:40 am
Rene We met up with Yeesha in a taxicab. I think Zach likes her, as much as he likes anyone anyway.
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Posted: Sat Sep 06, 2008 10:42 am
Rene Met Izzy on the beach. Dunno how Zach thinks of her.
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Posted: Thu Jul 02, 2009 2:25 pm
It was a nice morning, all in all. Rene had enjoyed a fairly quiet morning (what with Zach off with Uncle Bob for some 'boy time') and was quite busy surveying various pastries in their case before choosing a strawberry tart. That, and some hot chocolate, and the girl was quite happy.
It wasn't the strangest thing to have old people take a sudden liking to young people (or, at the very least, people who looked young), so nobody thought it strange when a hunched old man reached over the door at the side of the counter and beckoned Rene to him. He had something in his hand, and Rene may indeed feel an uncharacteristic curiosity about what was clasped there.
Rene frowned and sat her tart down gently on a napkin and came over.
"Yeah?"
"I have something for you, if you can spare a lunch date with an old man," the man said, giving a little smile. He unfurled his hand to reveal a rather astounding-looking fruit custard. Hm...it was perhaps the most delicious-looking thing Rene had ever seen, even if she wasn't all that fond of custard...
Huh!
"Well, sure." Rene was in a fairly good mood today anyway. Very relaxed. "I think I've got the time."
"Wonderful," the man said, "I've just punched out for my break. Now do please come with me." Oh, the poor man was so hunched and slow when he moved, leading Rene out to a table on the patio. It was such a nice day!
"Here you go," he said, pushing the custard over to her and producing a spoon. He just...smiled.
"Ah, thank you." Rene crossed her ankles and nibbled a bit. Yaaaay~ "So, why did you want me to join you today?"
"It gets lonely here sometimes," the man said. The custard dish was small and would undoubtedly be gone within a minute.
"We never mind a little company."
"Well, I am at shops like these quite often. I will make a point to speak with you whenever I see you." Rene said. Poor lonely man.
"Aaah, good girl. Such a kind girl." The man's voice was strange now. Breathy. Almost, dare I say, dead? A glance up would reveal his flesh to be melting away, revealing a gelatinous sort of demon beneath. It was transparent, save its mouth (lined with jagged teeth) and its many floating eyes.
. . .
"Oh, Jesus ********. The hell do you want?"
Now she really hoped that hadn't peen poisoned.
If she tried to leave, Rene would find that she was quite literally stuck to her seat, her dangling feet included. The people around her did not seem to notice the beast, although they did look at it. What the--
"Join us, Rene. Join the nobler cause."
Rene narrowed her eyes.
"What, you want me to fight for you? If you want me to fight for you, you better give me a better reason than ******** 'noble'. Noble is s**t. ********' worthless." She did try to leave, gritting her teeth when she was barred from it. ********. Stupid, stupid girl. Let your guard down, see what happens?
"I'm fallen from God, not from my own values, douchebag. I don't fight for s**t."
"Do you see what your God has done to you? Join us in a battle against Heaven so that we may claimed Heaven and Earth as our own," the thing growled, unblinking. If Rene may hazard a look sideways, perhaps to find help, she would find that the rest of the people in the crowd had also become all sorts of terrible, deformed beasts.
Rene snarled and tried to make herself move. Goddamnit-
"Bullshit. I don't get involved with feuds between two ******** children anymore. If I wouldn't step up for His Almighty Blowhard, what makes you think I'd be any more willing to risk what little life I have for anyone else?"
"You have two choices, join us and prosper, or remain on this Earth to die with the humankind," the thing burbled.
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Posted: Thu Jul 02, 2009 2:26 pm
Her uncle's house was horribly dark. Granted, it was two in the morning, but Rene couldn't help but worry. She climbed up the porch steps with her bare feet (The shoes had pinched too much, she'd taken them off long before), and tested the front door. It was locked, so she used the hidden key to let herself in.
She put her shoes down by the door, slipping out of whatever clothes were far too small. Her pants went on top of the shoes, her underwear barely fit on her now wide hips. Her bra was far too small, and the shirt stretched to fit her new arms and chest.
First thigns first: She pilfered some of her uncle's laundry from the couch. A pair of sweatpants and one of his shirts worked nicely in clothing herself. New socks were had as well.
She paused, not sure of what to do now. She decided to go into the guest room, where Zach was asleep on his side. Rene woke him up, then climbed in beside him once he wasn't a danger anymore.
"Hmmm..." Zach sighed, eyes closed again, letting himself be pulled against her. "Big."
"Mmhm." She said, kissing the back of his head.
"Stupid," He said, and it was almost an affectionate word.
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Posted: Fri Jul 03, 2009 4:05 pm
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Posted: Fri Jul 03, 2009 6:59 pm
Meetings: IzzyRene We went to see Isabel and Henri again. We went to the waterpark in Durem, and it seems that Zach has a fairly good friend. I've made one as well.
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Posted: Sat Nov 21, 2009 2:52 pm
[[Enter log of RP here, lolz]]
Rene-Henri and Zach and Izzy
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Posted: Sat Nov 21, 2009 3:48 pm
Zach had decided that there were a few things that sucked worse than being bored.
"Turn here," Rene instructed. She was sitting in the passenger seat of this sedan beast (Something of Uncle's), letting the black guy drive. His name was Mal or Mak or Mel or something. Something short and started with an M. In an effort to get herself out of the house, she'd called up Vic. Vic hadn't been there, so his big man friend had offered to do something with Rene. ("Seriously, I'm going crazy myself. Finals are next week, and I'm going to explode if I don't get out of the house to do something.")
And something?
Something was shopping. Rene had borrowed Uncle's car and made Mal or Mak or Mel drive, because she wasn't fond of it. "Zach needs some new jeans, he's growing out of his." She said, rolling down the window so she could smoke.
"You might wanna check goodwil. I know it's kinda cheap, but if he's growing up you wanna save money."
"Yeah, ******** that." Rene coughed, rubbing her chest. She was getting sick, lovely. She was at least in a better mood than she'd been previously.
"You probably need some new things too. I mean, I can see your toes." Mal or Mak or Mel said. Rene rolled her eyes.
"How about you drive and not worry about my toes, Malcolm."
Mal! That was it. Zach decided to voice his opinions about that time. "I don't need new jeans!"
"We can see your ankles." Rene said."
"I can see your toes."
"I'm fine."
Mal rolled his eyes and parked the car, letting Zach out from the back. "And if you sting me, I'll cook you." He warned.
"You sound like Rene." Zach said waspishly, crossing his arms.
"Christ, and you want another one of these?" He asked, referring to the Bat that waited at home.
"Not like him, no." Rene said with a slight smile, though her hand came down to pat his cheek in something like tenderness. Zach decided to let her insult go. Everyone had been having a bad time recently.
Into the store they went, Mal helping Zach try on clothes if he needed to. "We need to find your Mom some stuff too." He mentioned in the dressing room.
"She's not my mom. She's Rene." Zach corrected. The two words were getting to be interchangable in his head, but she was still more 'Rene' than 'Mom'.
"Whatever." Weird damn shop kids. Mal rolled his eyes. "She needs new shoes. And women's jeans. Who's pants are she wearing?" He paused. "Is she wearing? Are she wearing...?"
While Mal debated the proper word to use in the sentence, Zach pushed a few of the clothes he didn't like back under the door. Out of sight, out of mind. And hopefully out of Mal's mind. "I think they're my aunt's. cuz my uncle is short."
"Your uncle is very short."
"He's hella short!"
"You're not black enough to say that." Mal laughed, patting his shoulder. "s**t, you've got so much extra stuff that I don't know where I can touch you."
"That's cool." Zach ushered himself out of the dressing room. "RENE. YOU NEED SHOES SO MAL WILL STOP BITCHING."
Part of Zach enjoyed the startled looks and glares at his mother. A very large part of him warmed at the way she simply flipped off those who glared. She didn't care what they thought.
Shoes were found, and Mal managed to coax Rene into buying a few clothes that actually fit instead of baggy hand-me-downs. It was kind of sad, how thin she'd gotten.
When they got home, the Bat wasn't waiting for them. In his place was a boy with furry ears, crouched on the kitchen table with a glare in his eyes and shivering limbs.
"... Here, have a flannel." Rene offered. The shivering boy took it, glared some more, and refused to move from his perch.
"You're weird." Zach decided. The boy glared.
"Shut up."
"You shut up, Stupid!"
"Great. Just great. I got another one." Rene sighed, rubbing her head. Mal patted her arm.
"I'm sure they'll warm up to one another."
"STUPID."
"UGLY b*****d!"
"Aaand now they're both going to swear."
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Posted: Sat Nov 21, 2009 6:48 pm
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Posted: Tue Dec 08, 2009 2:23 pm
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Posted: Tue Dec 08, 2009 2:38 pm
"Kee-rist, you're going to get a dragon soon?" "it's going to be the best dragon ever, shut up." Zach replied, busily filling out his form. He wasn't a very good speller, but he made up for it spades with his amazing drawing ability. "He can't keep it in the house, right?" Wayne asked, eyeing Rene. Rene shrugged. "They probably keep it somewhere on their ******** base of death, or some s**t." 
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Posted: Mon Jan 04, 2010 3:11 pm
Zach stared at his letter in near awe, for once treating something like it had worth.
His dragon. They had found him an egg, and his dragon was in it. Zach grinned at the letter, touching it carefully before heading back to his room. There was no special place to put the letter, so he kept a hold of it. He'd get a box, a special box, and put that letter in it and maybe he'd get a picture of his egg too.
"Rene..." Was Rene awake? She slept a lot, and drank a lot. Rene was currently awake, sitting on the couch and staring at the TV. Zach crawled up onto her lap, starling her from a near-trance like state.
"They found my dragon." Zach said, holding up his letter. Rene took it and examined it. Huh!
"They did indeed." Rene said, giving him the letter back. Zach remained in her lap, and she let him stay there.
"I want a box, Rene. I want a special box with a lock on it, so I can keep my letter. And so I can get pictures of my egg and my friends and you, and I can keep them in my special box." Zach said. Rene leaned her head down, resting it against Zach's head. Zach allowed her to do so, and even smiled a bit. He reached up a hand and patted her face.
He didn't know why you were sad, Rene, or why you cried a lot at night when you thought he and wayne couldn't hear. But he loved you, even if you were a suck.
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Posted: Tue Jan 05, 2010 7:21 pm
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Posted: Thu Jan 14, 2010 7:23 pm
Class!Zach, I swear to god...Rene Zach had to go in for some shots. Apparently he's less venomous now, but no less painful. Wonderful.
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