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 Posted: Tue Dec 23, 2008 12:03 am
o1 + How does your Garden Grow? /SOLO
o2 + Those Magic Changes /SOLO
o3 + Holiday /SOLO
o4 + Come Out and Play /GROWTH
o5 + Horse With No Name /SOLO
o6 + Please Wake Up (You're Scaring Me) /SOLO
o7 + Topsy Turvy /SOLO
o8 + The Ice is Getting Thinner /RP with Lucien
o9 + Danger in the Water? /RP with Rook
1o + I Can Hear the Bells /RP with Joshua
11 + Rock Lobster? /RP with Leviathan
12 + The Dwarf Don't Swim /RP with Jordan
13 + Petit-Juane /RP with Fish
14 + As the World Falls Down /SOLO
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Posted: Tue Dec 23, 2008 10:30 am
[ SELF ENTRY ]
She found it sitting on the front porch in a small basket, a spray bottle and a note nestled against the green leaves that were catching the early morning light that peeked through the leafless tree branches. At first she was pretty glad she hadn't stepped on it, what with her not paying attention because she was barefoot and dawn had barely broken over the sky leaving the place dark, so instead as she stubbed her toe against the basket and proceeded to curse silently as she stared at the culprit, Rit had no idea what she was getting herself in to.
She gingerly grabbed the parcel, taking care not to spill any contents because she had no idea what it was and when it had gotten there (it wasn't on the stoop when she went to bed about four hours ago), and considering whatever this was could be important she felt getting it inside to have Galley take a good look at it would be the best measure. Rit wasn't too good on things that made her think too hard (before her morning coffee anyway) and in that manner she tended to pawn off any sort of situation involving the unknown onto her older sister - only because she knew she couldn't escape that quickly in a wheelchair.
"Oi Lee, you awake? Milkman left something other than milk this morning."
Rit's voice echoed through the small room that served as the breakfast nook, and when she heard no reply she at least got an answer through the smell of bacon wafting through one of the vents near her head. As troublesome as it was to live in an old warehouse full of holes, despite how well it had been converted, Rit liked the fact that the holes sometimes let you know who was where and what they were doing. In this case it seemed Galley was in the kitchen making an early breakfast, and from the smell of it she wasn't doing half bad.
"Lee?"
"Yes, in here. Bring it inside and we'll look at it together."
Rit rounded the corner, still griping at the pain in her toe that seemed to echo with each barefoot step she took on the hard wooden floor, but as Galley in her chair came into view she quickly swung the basket out before her torso and sent her gaze towards the stove. There were omelets too. How long had been Galley been up, to get all this done, or how long had Rit been outside? She could have sworn she was the only one awake when she made her way down the steps, otherwise she would have made sure to put on more than just her usual wife beater shirt and pink panties, but since it just seemed to be Galley it was okay. Her older sister took the basket out of her hand and set it onto her own lap, pulling back the small cloth to reveal something green, leafy, and very clearly wet.
"So this was on the steps? A cabbage?"
"Yeah. 'Bout near broke my toe on the blasted thing stepping out. It wasn't there when I went to bed earlier and it looks really fresh, like it can't have sat outside for too long. It's practically freezing outside you know, and that thing looks no worse for the wear. It';s even wet, like it just came out of where ever it came from."
With Galley looking at the cabbage and checking over the contents of the rest of the package Rit took over the meal duty, pushing the bacon here and there to prevent it from becoming too crunchy. As much as she loved her bacon so crunchy it was practically carbon, she did prefer to have some meat leftover when she was eating. She wasn't nearly as good at making anything on the stove as the girl in the chair behind her, Galley gaining so much homemaking skill because she was trapped in the home and it was all she could do, but at the very least she could make sure everything was still edible.
"You want some ham and cheese in your omelet? I know you like onions so I'll grab you one of those too, so-"
"Apparently it's from a Clinic, and it took a while to get here because of what it is. Apparently your brother ordered it."
Rit paused as Galley's words echoed, the silence filling the room and taking over the words that had been pattering about only seconds before. The woman at the stove set down the spatula she'd be using as she turned her head to look at her sister, a deep frown crossing over her coffee-needing face. She was red around her temples, only slightly, but it was enough.
"Which one?"
"It's sighed 'J. duShepe', so we can assume Sail did it. Looks like he must have requested this cabbage quite a while ago but forgot about it and decided to leave before it could come in."
The spatula moved back into Rit's hands, and the sound of sizzling bacon replaced the silence she was more inclined to leave after each sentence Galley spoke.
"Figures. It's just like him to set up another thing and just run off to leave me to clean it up. Does it say anything else, like if we have to pay for it or plant it in the ground? How do we care for it?"
Galley shrugged her thin shoulders for a moment before she studied the card with the cabbage one more time, hoping that another sweep would yield the results she wanted. When it didn't she sighed and turned the card over, ready to set it down, but the moment additional print greeted her eyes she raised it up to finish reading. A puzzled look crossed her face as she turned her gaze towards Rit, who was now eating the omelet she'd gone back finishing, and her own thin lips pursed into a frown.
"It just says keep it moist - the wetter the better actually, and one more thing."
"Oh yeah? What's that?"
"Keep it away from men."
[ how does your garden grow? ]
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Posted: Tue Dec 23, 2008 7:09 pm
[ SELF ENTRY ]
"What do you mean it bit Caravel? How the hell can a cabbage bite someone?"
"Now I'm not saying it bit him, but he says that after he touched the leaves his finger hurt and he was bleeding. Pon said she touched it too, but nothing happened to her fingers."
A woman, large with child, stood in the doorway leading out to a workroom lit poorly with only one florescent bulb that flickered wildly overhead. The annoying hum the dying light produced seemed to be the only sound for the moment, the bangs and clanks from Rit's progress on whatever she was working on before halted thanks to this new woman's interruption, and the younger woman frowned as she wiped her chin with the back of a greasy and gloved hand.
It was the middle of the afternoon and Brig happened to stop by on her way somewhere, dropping her children off earlier that morning to be watched by Galley (as per usual), but with the new addition of that strange cabbage that was kept soaked as much as possible things had taken a hair turn for strange and odd.
"Port complained the cabbage had cut him too when he tried to water it for Galley earlier today, but Aft says she's fine and she's been touching it off and on to make sure we're not over watering it."
"That thing's dangerous then, at least to some degree, and you should get rid of the blasted thing. I don't know why you're even keeping it in the first place if it was something Sail ordered and abandoned onto you. That's just like him to do something stu-"
A wrench clattered to the floor, falling out of Rit's clenched hand, and the younger woman turned her head and scowled at her oldest sister. There was a look of hatred and anger behind her eyes, one that made Brig take a step back inside the doorway, and Rit sighed for a moment before she knelt down to pick the wrench back up. Despite the age difference between the two women, almost fifteen years, Brig still felt slightly intimidated by her younger sister and not just because of the heavy object in her hand.
"If you're done talking to me, get out. I've got work to do and you've got to get home to your husband, right? We're not a twenty-four hour daycare here, we're a garage."
"Fine, I'll take my leave then. But Rigging, you know you can't keep doing things like this. They're not going to come back no matter what you do for them both."
Her last sentence was spoken over her shoulder, Brig's body waddling down the hall shortly after while calling the names of her two children. Two young voices responded in turn, followed soon with the chatter of three more voices - probably Galley and the Twins, and the young woman left in the garage could only swear under her breath and toss the wrench at the wall. She didn't care that it left a dent that would probably start to crack if not fixed right away, a dent they didn't need, but she could only stand there until the voices faded away and the squeak of wheels let her know Galley had come for her.
"Wanna talk about it?"
"No. Not at all."
So it was in this manner that the day slowly passed, turning to an evening that approached a late night, and Rit found herself unable to work and merely loitering around her dark and silent kitchen. She was dressed in her usual night clothes, the wife beater and whatever panties for the day, and as she leaned against the window she could only ignore the cold that ate at her from the poorly insulated frame. Next to her the cabbage seemed to be soaking in the moonlight through the cold and clear sky, its wet leaves just reflecting beams off water droplets like it had no care in the world.
Despite the protests Rit had on the first day of its arrival, protests to just eat the stupid thing or throw it away, but Galley was the one who convinced her to keep it as perhaps try to care for it. Something about the cabbage being 'a memento, a reason to go on' for Rit, seeing as each day that passed by she seemed to suffocate just a little more. Idly she reached her finger over and poked the center of the leafy vegetable, pulling her finger back after holding it there for a few moments, and when she noted that she hadn't been cut or bit she assumed it must just be something with the guys - the note did warn to keep the cabbage away from men.
Was that something her brother had requested on a joke?
"What the hell can this thing be for it to 'bite' others and be unsafe around men or boys? Seems like a stupid leafy vegetable to me, the kind that you stir fry and eat."
She raised an eyebrow as she poked the cabbage again, this time getting the touch of something dry and withering instead of the moist she had felt just a little bit before.
"Wait, what now?!"
Had...had it really dried up that quickly? Where the heck was the water gun?! She couldn't let the stupid thing die now, she had to see what her brother had gotten. Rit had to figure out what he had left behind with her, perhaps making a way of showing her that he trusted her to care for things in his stead. If the cabbage died because she couldn't care for it then it was almost like she was letting Jack down, and deep down Rit...didn't want that at all.
Quickly she yanked the whole cabbage off the plate it had been resting on in front of the window sill and drug it over to the sink, turning the water on full and thrusting the leafy bundle underneath the steady stream. It seemed to perk up quickly, whatever this large thing that probably wasn't a real cabbage was, and Rit heaved a sigh as she turned the faucet off with one hand while bringing the soaked mass to her body. It quickly soaked her shirt, the patch of water running from the spot on contact on her stomach all the way up to her collar. She shivered briefly before her body turned and made its way towards the back stairs that lead to the loft where she slept, the cabbage never leaving her arms, and after climbing the few flights and ladder that it took to reach her room the young woman made her way to her beside.
"I figure if you're going to be really touchy towards men and need to be watched over so you don't dry out, you can sleep in here with me for the night. But only tonight, because after that you're going in either the fridge or my stomach. There's no point in keeping a cabbage, not one at all."
Rit took a few steps over and climbed into her bed, placing the cabbage on the pillow that graced the middle of a set of three, and she quickly moved to get under the covers and pull them to her chin. This was only for tonight - and only because of what Brig said.
It's not like she really cared....right?
[ those magic changes ]
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Posted: Thu Dec 25, 2008 10:59 am
[ SELF ENTRY ]
"Seriously. You could at least pant some pants on you know."
"I wear pants while I'm working in the garage, and I just woke up about ten minutes ago. I've got no coffee and no food in me so I'm not in the mood to try anything strenuous, plus we're all family here. It's not like we haven't seen each other naked or bathed together."
Rit raised a mug of coffee to her lips, ignore the glare that issued forth from the direction of her older sister sitting on the couch in the small family room.
The whole family had woken that morning - Christmas morning - at the loud shrieks of Brig's two children pounding at their front door. Luckily for the residents of the house it was just after dawn and they'd all managed at least six hours of sleep (four for Rit the night owl), and when Port had finally made his way down to open the doors his niece and nephew came bounding in followed by their mother who looked a little like death warmed over. Apparently she hadn't slept either - not very well or very long anyway, and behind her in the car drowning in his own drool was her husband; he wouldn't be coming in.
"It doesn't matter. It's the principle of the thing that a lady shouldn't walk around in practically nothing in front of men."
"So you're saying that if Port and Caravel weren't here you wouldn't care if I walked around STARK NAKED? If that's the case then man, I need to do it more often when Port's not around."
From where he was sitting in a large chair to Rit's left Port snickered, followed by a similar sound issued from his twin, Aft, and Brig shot them both glares that could boil water. They stopped if only for a moment, though Rit grinned brightly and Galley could only shake her head from her position by the tree. Once again it seemed like she was the only responsible one, watching over the two youngsters that were attempting to break into the massive pile of presents set out beneath the branches, and when the chuckles and titters had settled down she cleared her throat and turned to Rit.
"I've been meaning to ask you, Rit, why you're carrying that cabbage around. I thought you hated the thing."
"Oh, this? I figured if it was something left by Jack then I'd be the one to clean up his mess, as per the usual. I know none of you here like being the responsible ones for when my twin is being unreasonable, so it only seems to make sense for me to do so."
Rit held the large cabbage up and looked around the room to see if there were any objects to what she was saying (none, naturally) so she lowered the green annoyance back to letting it rest on her hip while she waited for Brig's cue on things to continue. With Hull overseas this holiday the oldest daughter was oddly in charge of the holiday event, much to her younger siblings chagrin, and now that it seemed the morning had started with an argument it was uncertain where things would be going from here.
"So? Are we actually going to open presents this year or are we just going to sit around and bicker like biddies? Honestly I don't mind, but your kids are going to wreck the tree if we don't do something soon."
Aft spoke from where she was cuddled against Port, their fingers intertwined in the usual manner. Rit was a little disgusted to look at them, mostly jealous because of their bond that they shared while her twins had run off and left her behind, but hey. This was Christmas - no sore feelings today, at least not in front of others. She could cry alone in her room or when she was taking a bath later that night.
"Go ahead and let the kiddos open theirs first, since they seem so eager. We adults can wait until the sky is at least blue and not three shades of orange and purple."
Which was code for 'these presents are adult-oriented, not suitable for children to see'. Nice, in a manner of speaking, since that also meant Rit may have gotten that set of underwear she'd been admiring in the mail order magazine for a while. Lord knows she dropped enough hints for even a stupid person to understand what she wanted.
"Well if that's the case, while they're opening their swag I'm going to go and grab another cup of coffee. My mug's empty and my mood is dependent on these little magical beans."
Rit raised her mug to the crowd before she took a few steps away, thankfully just in time to miss the loud squeals that her niece and nephew gave off as they found out that their aunts and uncles had pulled for a new gaming system. Their mother would never allow them to have one, which is the exact reason the others had purchased such a thing, and it made the woman feel happy to know that Christmas could be full of such spite too.
Inside the kitchen was warm and, despite smelling faintly of burned coffee thanks to the crappy pot the family had owned for years, it was holding the essence of non-holiday that Rit liked. Christmas was her least favorite part of the year now, so much so that it was almost a feeling of dread to celebrate with her twins gone, and as she squeezed the cabbage close to her side before tossing it into the counter she wondered what they were doing. But only for a moment.
And only until she got her coffee. Boy, she loved her some coffee.
Nearby where it had landed the cabbage seemed to relish the morning light that was pouring through the window onto its leaves, the small green masses move up and down in the light. IT, it seemed, like Christmas a good deal and was more than glad to share it. Probably if only to be a snot, in whatever way a cabbage could.
Typical.
[ holiday ]
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Posted: Sat Jan 10, 2009 8:05 pm
[ SELF ENTRY ]
Bath time was always one of Rit's favorite times of the day, mostly because when she was growing up she shared it with her twins (and sometimes Galley or one of the olders), and despite her brothers not living with her anymore her love for that period of time hadn't changed. The smell of soap and the feel of bubbles and water against her skin was always calming, no matter what.
The tub in the family's home was large, one of those old claw foot tubs from the Victorian era that was big enough to fit at least two full-grown men (together), and as Rit sprawled into the hot water she sighed and rubbed her aching shoulders. There'd been an overabundant amount of work today at the garage, what with the roads being nasty, and people getting into careless wrecks while speeding from point A to point B. Even Aft, who normally didn't work on cars unless asked, had pitched in a wrench or two in aid to her twin at getting everything done. All together the trio of siblings had managed to finish at least four cars, the engine work anyway (body tomorrow), and when the sun set they called it a day.
"It was a nightmare down there, just a friggen' nightmare. If I see another dented engine I swear I'll have to beat someone's face in."
It seemed like for a moment Rit was talking to the empty room when suddenly she pulled the large cabbage out from under a massive pile of bubbles. Its color was a bright green and it smelt like it was being cooked, but the young woman didn't really care at this point in time. She'd taken to bathing with the cabbage every night since the Christmas holiday as a form of punishment for it, no real reason other than it pissed her off to think the thing was her brother's, and even though she always put it in extremely hot water the stupid thing never seemed to wilt.
In fact, it seemed to love the water. This only irritated her more and she found herself keeping it submersed longer and longer, only pulling it up when it started to give off the faint small of greens being cooked too long. She did this several times this evening, getting madder and madder as it came up greener and greener, until finally she held it under until she was pretty sure it was going to start withering.
Then she heard a loud pop, and felt something shift under her hands. The feel of greenery was gone, replaced with the feel of flesh. Small flesh.
Rit slowly lifted the much heavier weight in her hands out from under the water, her heart pounding in her chest, and as what looked to be human hair broke through the bubbles instead of the green leaves of the cabbage like she expected, Rit screamed. Loudly. And dropped the child back into the tub.
"OH MY GOD. PORT! AFT! SOMEONE! THERE'S A -"
As Rit moved to climb out of the large tub her leg didn't quite make it all the way over and it snagged, sending her face first into the ground with a sickening thud. Her eyes rolled into the back of her head as the world spun, and before confusion completely overtook her she spotted a familiar pair of shoes come running into the room, followed by a booming voice.
"HOLY SH-! AFT! YOUR SISTER JUST HAVE BIRTH TO A BABY IN THE TUB. GET THE CAMERA."
His words sounded like they were underwater to Rit's ears, the young woman probably suffering from a mild concussion, and as she waited for the ringing and darkness to subside she merely laid on the ground as her brother continued to shout things for her sister to bring with her. Something about some tape, a marker, and a small stuffed animal shaped like a dancing puppy. She could barely see the child in the tub, though she was pretty sure whatever it was still happened to be standing up in the water.
Glaring at her.
"RIGGING, HOW COULD YOU?! YOU'RE TOO YOUNG TO BE A SINGLE MOTHER!"
Aft's chiding voice came in only minutes after Port stopped talking and had resorted to laughing loudly like a duck getting run over by a car, and when Rit thought she'd be content to lay on the ground and just let her older siblings mock her naked and in pain form, Aft hoisted her up by her armpits into a sitting position before dropping a towel over her bare lap.
"WHO'S THE FATHER? Wait, screw that. HOW'D YOU EVEN GET PREGNANT? You're single and have always been single since you're scarier than a box of weasels at a picnic."
Rit frowned (or so she hoped she did) at Aft's comments, and as Port snapped some photos of the child that stood still dripping water in the tub none of the three seemed to notice the figure in the wheelchair that came slowly rolling in. She was carrying a towel on her lap and she used it to wrap around the infant-like creature's frame, pulling him out of the tub and into her arms. Port protested at first until Galley shook her head to tell him to shut up, which he surprisingly did, and she dried the child off gently.
"Rit, you need to take the baby and go back to your room. I have no idea what's happened now, but he belongs to you and you're going to have to care for him now in Sail's place. Understood?"
She held the child out, hardly no larger than a normal year old baby, and Rit adjusted the towel about her frame to cover her chest before she held her own arms out to accept the bundle. It wasn't heavy at all, hardly anything more than a few pounds, and she peered down at him.
And he stared back up with eyes so pure black it made her gasp, thinking him blind, until a small swirl of white acting as his iris and pupil all in one whirled directly to face her. And he smiled. A large, toothy smile that made her blood run cold.
Not human. This baby is not human at all.
[ come out and play ]
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Posted: Fri Jan 16, 2009 8:49 pm
[ SELF ENTRY ]
What probably bothered her more than anything else was how it stared at her. Wait, correction - how he stared at her. With those large eyes that were pure black, save for those little white spirals that would move back and forth as they followed Rit's movements from one spot to another. The child didn't say anything, seemingly content to just sit on the floor of the living room while the older woman paced back and forth, and as she would pause from time to time to glance over, Rit would shiver beneath his gaze.
"You don't have to keep staring at me you know, I'm not going to throw you our of whatever. I just...need to figure out what I'm going to do with you. Properly, that is."
" . . . . "
The little figure seemed to frown as Rit continued to talk at him, not addressing him as anything but 'you', or 'it' whenever she was referring to him as someone else, and slowly that frowned turned into a scowl as the pacing before him continued.
Human. Lowly
It was odd how the infant could thinks such clear thoughts, what with it being only a few days old, but considering it had been sitting in front of Rit and her family as they talked for hours on it there was hardly to be a surprise that he was learning. Quickly.
"Anyway, for now let's go and get something to eat. You're probably hungry right now, and since Galley says she's yet to find anything that you'll accept without a fuss we need to find out what it is you eat."
Rit moved over and lifted the infant into her arms, holding him close yet still being amazed at how he was more like a young child than a baby. Port and Aft told her to assume that, despite his appearance of two-year-old, he was probably mentally that of a newborn and thus she would have to treat him like one. While the bundle in her arms didn't seem to verbally object to being carried around, it still set her ill at ease to glance down while walking and see him staring, his large black eyes wide, up at her.
"You don't have to glare at me you know; it's creepy enough as it is that you don't speak even though Sloop has said she's seen you do things beyond the age Port said you'd act like. Are you just waiting for a time to say something, or you just have nothing to say?"
The pair entered the kitchen and the child was set upon the counter as Rit moved to the fridge, grumbling under her breath about how she didn't want any of this. She opened the door and peered inside at the meat Galley had thawing for dinner that night, and she grimaced at the blood that was pooling around it because of the fact the older woman had probably forgotte4n to put it on a plate. She sighed and lifted it out with her hands, turning to take it to the sink. The blood trailed over her hand, and just as she was about to turn the water on to rinse it a voice caught her ears.
". . . you."
Rit's blood froze for a moment and she looked up, her eyes swiveling over to the child who was standing up and making their way towards her. Sloop had been right after all, about seeing him walking on his own and even looking at the spines of books as if he were reading them (or learning words from them), and the young woman made a quick note to apologize heavily to her niece for calling her a liar the next time they met up.
"Yes? What do you want?"
The infant stopped right in front of her and reached out a hand, the whole of his own barely wrapping around two of her loose fingers. His hand was cold and clammy, and it felt a little like seal skin, but Rit shook it off and tried to look at him closer. He seemed to be pouting, his little thin lips pursed like he wanted to blow a bubble or something, but it was his eyebrows that indicated he was upset, their ends pulled down.
". . . is my name 'You'? That's all I'm called, and I want to know."
"Eh? No, your name is not 'you'. Your name is- "
Rit paused, knowing she had just stuck her foot so far in her mouth she was drinking the water out of her knee. Of course she hadn't named the thing, it'd slipped her mind to ever even consider doing so, and she figured it was probably because she didn't think of him as anything real just yet. Sure it had been almost two weeks since he'd arrived in her life, but hey, denial always works for a while.
"Your name is. . .Vox."
". . .what?"
"You know, Vox. It's uh...Latin. For voice."
Rit shrugged and laughed uneasily, the hand on her fingers letting go as if the child were appeased, and she looked over at him just in time to see a little blush creep over the pale skin that decorated his face. The made him look like the infant he should be, instead of the scary beast that had been advancing upon her, and she merely smiled.
"So then Vox, are you hungry? What do you want to eat?"
Vox looked up now at the calling of his given name and smiled, the eerie grin that Rit probably would never get used to.
"Meat."
[ horse with no name ]
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Posted: Sun Jan 18, 2009 8:03 pm
[ SELF ENTRY ]
"Have you figured out what it is that Vox eats then?"
Galley peered over at her sister who was sitting at the table, her face resting down on the top as her hands held the back of her head like she were trying to shield herself from something. Rit hadn't really been speaking much ever since she told the family what she'd named the little boy who was sitting in the room over on the carpet, a picture book of the human body in his hands.
The way the child looked at the pictures with such interest made Galley a little uneasy at first, but since she found no harm in curiosity she did nothing about it. Rit certainly didn't seem to care.
"You said before that he keeps asking specifically for meat, but he doesn't go in to any more detail than that?"
"Yeah. He just says he wants meat, and then when I offer him some he turns his nose up at it and refuses to eat. I've managed to get him to drink some water without any problem, in fact he seems to really like drinking water, but I'm worried about him not eating anything solid."
It was a little cute, at least to Galley, how much concern her younger sister seemed to be showing for the little cabbage baby. Normally Rit wouldn't give anything the time of day, even more so if it were something he brothers had left behind, but here she was stressing out over it.
"Well then, why not ask him to be more specific about his wants? Even a child can tell you exactly what it is they want to eat, regardless of what it is. They can at least describe it well enough for us to figure something out, and it's better then letting him starve."
"Little chubby b*****d doesn't seem worse for the- okay, fine. Stop glaring. Vox."
Rit lifted her head from the table and looked at Galley, who in turn glared, and she sighed and called out to the child. In response to his name the boy with black eyes looked up and rose to his feet, the clearly larger book being held tightly in his arms as he waddled over. He glanced up at the two woman and frowned, clearly annoyed that he'd been disturbed.
"What do you need?"
"Galley wanted to know what it is you eat. You've told me meat, but you didn't go into detail. You've refused all the kinds of meat I have tried to feed you, and frankly your little picky nature is starting to irritate me. Now, you either tell Galley what kind of meat it is you want to eat or you'll just end up being fed by force and through a tube."
"Rigging!"
"Hey, he needs to know the harsh nature of it. I'm done playing around, even if he's a kid. Now, what is it that you want?"
Vox stared up at the two women for a moment and then looked down at the book in his arms, deciding that perhaps showing them would be much easier than trying really hard to describe it. Humans apparently caught on to things much slower then he thought they would, and this was irritating. Taking that into consideration the small child opened the book he held and flipped to a page where the muscular system was being displayed, and with a marker that happened to be laying nearby (Sloop and Caravel were over and had brought them) he circled a section of the body - right around the leg.
Rit and her sister leaned closer to see what it was, and they both managed to read the writing at the same time - Rectus Femoris. In short, thigh muscle.
"This, right here. I want to eat this."
Galley paled, and Rit shook her head. Seriously, this kid had to be kidding.
"So you want to eat a thigh? I'm pretty sure yesterday I offered you a chicken thigh and you turned your nose up to it, so why would you-"
"I don't want chicken, I want meat. I think I told you that before, but you're ignoring me. I don't like animal meat, I want flesh."
"I don't really believe you on that, it just must have been something you've seen. There's no way you-"
"Fine then, if you will not provide for me then I shall go and get it myself. I'm tired of drinking nothing but water anyway."
With that the little child scampered off, presumably in the direction that Sloop and Caravel were playing in, and the two older women merely looked at one another for a moment before Rit shrugged. They didn't know what to think, what to do, as neither of them had ever experienced a child wanting to eat human flesh. Even Sloop, who said weird things two-thirds of the time, never asked for anything of that nature.
They sat in silence for a little while longer, listening to the sounds of the television coming from the other room, when a loud scream of terror and pain broke over the airwaves and sent Rit up from the table and running in to the room where her niece and nephew were.
"What's going on?! What happened?!"
She looked back and forth between the tear streaked faces of her two relatives without understanding until she noticed that Caravel was holding his left hand over his right hand and there was blood streaming down like a miniature fountain had erupted out his fingers. His face was quickly turning pale and Rit screamed for Galley to hurry and call 911, they'd need help immediately, and as she tried to calm the two children down she happened to look up just in time to see Vox.
With Caravel's finger in his mouth.
And he was eating it.
[ please wake up (you're scaring me) ]
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Posted: Sun Jan 18, 2009 8:06 pm
[ SELF ENTRY ]
"The doctor said we managed to get him here in time, so everything should be okay. He may not be able to move it as freely as before, but Caravel will be able to have full use of his finger."
Rit looked up from where she'd sitting gazing at the floor when Galley wheeled back in, her normally pink and healthy face an ashy shade of exhausted and stressed.
They'd been at the hospital for nearly two hours while Caravel had his index finger sewn back on, the moments having seemed to drag forever, and as Rit stared at the clock and its glaring large numbers that seemed to mock her. Beside her, with his hands in his lap and an expression of pure boredom, sat Vox.
"You know from this point out you're going to be kept in a playpen and forbidden from playing with anyone else, right? I can't believe you actually went and bit off his finger like that, without any warning."
"But I did warn you. I told you what I ate and you did not believe me, so it was in my best interests to get food for myself."
The child's answer was calm and collected, just like his actions and expressions, and he picked at imaginary fibers that came off of his little knickers. He seemed too detached for all this, like he didn't even care that he'd bitten off another person's finger and tried to eat it, and as Rit watched him continue to stare with disinterest she was struck with the strong urge to just...hit him. Like, knock him from where he sat to the floor, hit him.
But that would be considered extreme child abuse, and they were all in the hospital. That meant he'd be hit in public, and no amount of lying would cover that up. There were cameras everywhere that would document it, and with them already having come in with a child missing a finger, that wouldn't shine too well.
"Okay, well. . .I'm willing to try and believe you a bit more that you like eating human flesh, mostly because of what you did to Caravel but also because of how you're refusing to eat anything else. Is there a reason for that, other then you maybe not being right in the head?"
"Well, it's probably because-"
"I think it's because he's not a human, he's probably some sort of Fae spirit. I think he's a Kelpie."
A small voice chimed up from where Sloop was sitting, her legs swinging over the side of the chair, and Vox frowned at her in a clear show that he did not like being interrupted. The girl merely stuck out her tongue at him and continued, looking at her aunt.
"A what? Aren't Kelpies dogs?"
"Yup, but there's also a type of Unseelie Fae called a 'Kelpie'. They're water ponies that take the shape of humans in order to eat people. It said so on TV, when they were doing a special about Scottish and Irish legends."
"I'm not a pony, I'm a horse. We are aquatic horses."
"Same difference. Anyway, the TV said that Kelpies eat all parts of a human but their liver and heart, something about being like poison to them, and they they're repelled by anything holy, silver, or made of steel."
Sloop paused, but when she noticed Vox was nodding to indicate that she may be correct about some things, she kept going.
"Normally a Kelpie looks just like a normal person so you can't tell them apart, though they have reeds in their hair and their hair always being wet. At least, that's in human form. As their pony form, they have a dripping mane too and usually inhuman eyes."
Where the hell did kids learn all this? From just TV?
Rit was clearly impressed, though she was starting to grow fearful of the little bundle sitting next to her. It was a man-eater, an unholy creature, and she was letting it share her bed and table. Sure it wore the guise of a small child now, but what would happen when it...grew? Would it turn against her family and consume them all, one by one?
The color must have drained from her face enough to cause Galley, who'd been silently listening, to reach over and place her hands on Rit's own, which were folded into a silent prayer of sorts. What had Jack done to them all?
"If you're scared that I'm going to eat you all eventually, don't be. I'm not interested in any of you."
Vox spoke up after a moment or two of choked silence, causing the three females in the area to turn and look at him. Rit raised an eyebrow, Galley pursed her lips, and Sloop stuck her tongue out, but all were honestly wondering why.
"The reason being?"
"You're too fat."
And that's when Rit hit him. Oops.
[ topsy turvy ]
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Posted: Mon Mar 16, 2009 9:18 pm
[ RP record one ]
- to be updated D8
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Posted: Mon Mar 16, 2009 9:25 pm
[ RP record two ]
- to be updated D8
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Posted: Mon Mar 16, 2009 9:26 pm
[ RP record three ]
- to be updated D8
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Posted: Mon Mar 16, 2009 9:29 pm
[ RP record five ]
- to be updated D8
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Posted: Mon Mar 16, 2009 9:30 pm
[ RP record six ]
- to be updated D8
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Posted: Mon Mar 16, 2009 9:31 pm
[ RP record seven ]
- to be updated D8
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Posted: Mon Mar 16, 2009 9:32 pm
[ SOLO ENTRY ]
He was growing tired of listening to the woman complain to her sisters and brother about she couldn't care for him anymore.
He was growing tired of having to watch the woman apologize again and again in his stead when he was only doing what came naturally to him. It wasn't that he was feeling sorry for his actions, or pity, but it more or less was growing into a feeling of dislike or pure disdain. She was annoying in how she tried to cover things over.
Why not be honest and let them all know what he was and why he did what he did? The boy was no shirking violet, he was a proud Kelpie. Still as a toddler, yes, but a Fae beast all the same. There was no reason for him to bow his head down to creatures he saw at best as his next meal.
But still, Rit would bow, Galley would apologize, and the twins? The twins didn't really care, which suited the boy's taste just fine. The less humans he had to deal with the better, they were annoying anyway, and his plans would only be impeded by them and their claims.
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