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 Posted: Fri Oct 09, 2009 10:36 am
Dear Dia-reeeeeeeee,
Hai! My name's Lissy and i'm a big girl so i gots a journal now. my sister/brothers name is bailey and it's sleepin' right now so i'm not supposed to be in the room but i totally am.
momma bought me somethin to write down alot of my thoughts so i won't bug her so much but mainly i like ta doodle in you. did you know that? but you gots a piece of peanut butter from my sandwich on you know and its gonna leave a stain but i know how to get it out cuz i watched a tv thing on it.
anyway! i got lots of friend, diary, but some of them aren't like me. like some are half-elves and ones an angel, but baileys some kinda dream fairy with a magic foot. i tried to figure out which one it is, but momma got made when i started biting its toes. they tasted like feet, not magic!
tomorrow i get to go to gymnastamatics with momma. she's been goin since she was a little girl and she helps out sometimes and now i'm old enough to play.
well, i'mmma go now and call someone cuz now I really wanna talk. see ya later, dia-reeeeee!
Love,
Lissy
(Gabrielle looked down at the journal in shock. "Is this even English?")
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Posted: Fri Oct 09, 2009 10:48 am
Journal entry #1.
My therapist says that a journal could help soothe my nerves. I'm a little skeptical myself, but if it lets me vent, I'll give it a shot.
It's normal for parents to feel regret when their children grow, but I don't think they feel it to this extent. LEAVE BAILEY ALONE. Honestly, no lock can keep her lock out. It's like she sits there and watches how the damn thing works, then figures out a way to open it just to destroy the room! She's such a smart kid and I thought rewarding her with activities would be nice, but now I just let her do them anyway so she'll calm the ******** down.
My house, my beautiful, beautiful house looks like I let a rabid tiger inside. s**t, even the carpets ripped up! How the hell did she do that? Its...Its like someone replaced my child with a dingo and didn't tell me. Is this funny to you, Facility freaks? Is it? Cuz this s**t ain't funny to me!
Oh, but she's so well behaved when her friends are around. She still goes on like a broken record, but she's a civilized little girl. It drives me insane. About the only time she shuts up is when she's watching the History channel or the News, then it's quiet time and she yells at me if I talk.
Oh, OH! She's developed some kind of freaky OCD. Ya, if anything in the house isn't aligned perfectly (pictures, movies, folded laundry) she has to fix it, when makes me wonder why she messes it up in the first place. It's like she lives in her own little world and I'm just the ******** butler.
-sigh-
But, I do love her, journal. She's my first baby, even if she isn't biological and as much as I detest Diligence right now, as least it isn't Lust.
Sincerely,
Gabrielle
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Posted: Fri Oct 09, 2009 10:51 am
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Posted: Sat Oct 31, 2009 9:31 pm
Elisabetta crossed her legs on the hardwood floor and pulled Bailey into her lap. The other adopted child, her ‘sibling’, looked up at her with a smile. With Grandma Lo watching from her rocking chair the two built a tower of blocks by the fire. It wasn’t everyday that their mother worked late, but when it happened her biological mother was pleased to stay. After all, adopted or not, these were her grandbabies.
The Fall winds made it too chilly outside for two small children so they were stuck inside. For once, it didn’t bother Lissy. She was running low on energy and felt a nap coming on any minute now. Wrapping her arms around the infant, she leaned her head on Bailey’s and yawned. Both tentacles followed suit in obedient silence.
Bring, bring! “Hehe.” Grandma low chuckled, shaking her head from side to side as she ambled up from her chair. “Your mother sure is popular, isn’t she? That’s, what? The fifth call today?”
“Number 8,” Lissy yawned, holding out four fingers on each hand.
Lo grinned. That girl might be tolerable if she could only calm down…
The elderly woman toddled around to the hallway and picked up the cordless from the receiver, cradling it to her head with both hands. “Hello, Thorne residence.”
“Good evening, Ma’am. Can I ask who I’m talking to?” Asked a stern, male voice.
“Gabrielle’s mother, Lo. My daughter isn’t here right now, but I could take a-”
“I’m afraid… that you’re the one I need to talk too.” He said hesitantly. Lo’s heart skipped, her toes curling in her slippers. The voice took a deep breath before barreling in. “ I’m from the Durem Police Department and there’s been an accident involving a six car pileup on the highway. Your daughter’s car was crushed. When paramedics arrived on the scene she’d already passed.”
“I-I…I don’t understand. S-she…no, officer. Your wrong. Gabby worked downtown, she wouldn’t need to be on any kind of highway.” Lo’s voice was a hushed whisper with an audible crack to it. She tapped her foot on the floor. Gabby couldn’t be…. She was too young, too outgoing, a mother….she…she…
“Lo.” The officer said her name in a tone that made tears roll down her face. It was the same kind that people used when they said ‘I’m sorry’. “If your alright with it, we’re going to deploy an officer to the home tomorrow to go over the report and help you get started with the legal end.”
“T-tha-that’s fine…Goodbye, officer.” Lo pulled the phone away slowly. She stared down at the number on the screen before clicking the off button.
“Grandma, whats wrong?” Elisabetta leaned in the doorway. Her long ebony hair hung down in wavy sheets as she pulled her pigtails out, all four halos circling her left leg like anklets. She was wearing an oversize blue t-shirt. Gabrielle’s t-shirt.
The spawn yawned. Her longer tentacle reached up to wipe at her eyes. “Why are you crying? Is mommy not coming home tonight?”
Lo’s heart stopped. How could she be so close to the truth and so far from it? She walked over to the child and dropped to her knees, scooping the skinny runt in her floppy arms before the real tears started falling. Lo buried her face in Lissy’s shoulder as she sobbed.
“Grandma?” Lissy stood stock still. Nervously, she turned her head to try and see the older woman’s face. “Whats wrong? Where’s mommy?” Why wasn’t she answering her? Mommy was coming home, right? She was just out at the bar. It was Tuesday. Grandma didn’t know because she’d be mad, but mommy left every Tuesday. She’d be back. “Don’t worry, I won’t be bad. I’ll be real good ‘til she gets back. I pinky swear that I won’t put anymore bologna on the ceiling and I’ll even clean my room.”
Lo pulled back with a quivering lip. Sternly, she grasped Lissy’s shoulders, unconsciously shivering when her tentacle wrapped around the elderly woman’s wrist. “Child…y-your mother…she’s not coming home.”
“Did she run away?” Elisabetta’s eyes widened. “Why isn’t she coming home? Doesn’t she love us anymore?” The spawn’s voice was getting deceptively shrill as she tried to pull away. “Neh, eh! Let me go! Mommy’s coming home, she loves us!”
“Of course she does.” Lo said, struggling to hold on as Lissy’s tentacles started beating on her in unison. They fed off their host’s stress. “Elisabetta, your mother died. It was an accident…a horrible accident…” When she tried to lean back in for another hug she was met with an uppercut to the jaw.
“MOMMY’S NOT DEAD!” Sleep deprivation was starting to hit the Diligence child as she swayed before her grandmother. Her fangs sliced into her bottom lip as hot tears scalded her cheeks. She was breathing so fast and so hard that the room was starting to spin. She’d never been this angry! “DON’T YOU DARE LIE TO ME! YOU’RE A LIAR! MOMMY’S NOT DEAD!”
“Lissy, calm down! It’s going to be alright, dear. Just please, calm down.” The human woman shrank away. She’d never really liked Elisabetta just because of her demon blood, but seeing her enraged now brought those feelings full force. “We can get through this together, just the three of-”
“SHUT UP!” Elisabetta looked around desperately and grabbed the closest thing to her; Gabrielle’s pepermint dish. She hurled it at her grandmother. The old woman cried out in pain as the heavy glass shattered against her shoulder, spraying the floor in a violent rain.
“Wissy?” Bailey asked mutely. The infant fairy leaned on the door frame.
The fear in it’s eyes hurt Elisabetta more than the pain of losing Gabrielle. She ripped the door open and rain outside, her bare feet beating out a rhythm on the dark pavement. “Mommy! Mommy, come home! I’m here! I’m right here! Follow my voice, Mommy!” The spawn cupped her hands in front of her face, calling out to a long lost matron as she disappeared into the night.
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Posted: Sat Oct 31, 2009 9:54 pm
Dear Diary,
I’m a mom.
It’s weird thinking about it, but somehow it just feels right. Three days ago I got a call from my old neighbor Lo who told me about her chitlin’ dyin’. Bummer, huh? I never liked the woman myself, but I’m sure that her family felt different. I saw the wreck on the ol’ boob toob, but it just didn’t hit me that the body they were pullin’ out was here.
Then again, I never really saw her, so whatevs. Back to the important stuff.
Lo’s getting on in years so she can’t really be a ‘mom’ again. I guess the youngest one was really calm and quiet so she agreed to raise it, but Elisabetta just has too much life in her. Or, she did. Ever since I saw her I just keeping thinking’ of zombies. But, Lo assured me that in time she’d perk right up and get back to her usual routine.
I’m not so sure.
I went to pick her up in my ride and she didn’t say anything the whole time we were driving from Durem to the Isle. Her eyes did light up just a smidgeon when she saw the ocean, but that was quickly killed with some tears. Maybe she has some memories of mom on the beach. How the hell do I know? Normally, I hate kids. My roommate adopted a 7o7 kid just a little while ago not much younger than Lissy, so I’m hoping they’ll be able to get along just fine. A buddy can really help her pull out of this.
I stopped at the pier before we went home to buy her a snow cone. Get this; she said she’d never had a snow cone. I was so wound up by it that I didn’t even notice she’d talked. Of course, the car was loaded up with what we could take of her things, so we had to sit on the hood and eat. The ocean air did her some good, but not enough. I pulled her into my lap so she could lean back against me and for the longest time she cried.
“Moose’ll take care of ya, kid. Don’t’cha worry ‘bout a thing.”
Ya, I couldn’t make myself say ‘mom’. I didn’t want her to think that I was trying to replace Gabrielle. It seemed too fresh.
When we got home, I introduced her to Sabra and Natalya. The first thing she did was hug Tally. They already new each other, Diary. Go figure.
It’s been three days since she’s got here, and already I’m seeing improvements. She’s bucking up some with the new stimulation. Apparently, Gabrielle kept her in a box or some s**t because she’s never had candy, soda, cookies or any of the good stuff.
Although, I’m starting to see why. She’s running around the house now with Tally tailing after her, pardon the pun. Eh, whatever. Let Sabra clean up after her when she get’s home.
She hasn’t asked any questions yet about why her Grandmother didn’t want her or why the rest of the family didn’t step up, and really, I don’t plan on answering them when she does. Their a bunch of a** hats, Diary.
Hyper or not, that kids the beez kneez. When she smiles, it feels like the suns coming up and when I let her wear what she wants it’s like the heavens open up. s**t, when I’m home alone I let her walk around naked. She seems to respond to that which makes me wonder if it’s a natural habit for her.
Well, check ya later, Diary. I’m takin’ the munchkin down to the pool for some one on one time.
Sincerely,
Moose-a-loose
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Posted: Mon Nov 23, 2009 10:22 am
Moose tucked her legs underneath her on the couch. She pulled the comforter tighter around herself and Lissy, who snuggled up on her lap with a labtop on her own. "No, no- click it. Put your finger on the pad and tap it."
"You said to click it." Lissy grumbled, biting on her lower lip. It was her first time being allowed on a computer and so far it wasn't going well.
Moose leaned over, sucked in her breath and let it out in a fan girl squeel." That one, that one right there! It's a new Charlie video, please, Lissy, please click it. Cllliiiccckkk iiiitttt."
"Alright, alright!" She shooed Moose away with a tentacle and huffed. "Just stop talking like Sean Connery when you do that, please? He's so creepy."
[x]
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Posted: Sat Dec 12, 2009 9:24 am
It would be on a Saturday that you open your mail box (if you have one) and notice there is a rather thick envelope stuffed in there. There is no postage stamp and a very vague return address. But you recognize the font and the company's name. 'Seven of Seven Inc' scrawled in majestic font across the upper left hand corner. As you open it, you may strangely find yourself drawn to the letter, there is a mass of notes inside. They read as follows:
Letter Congratulations! You have managed to succeed in raising your child. (IE: Not killing him or her or getting killed yourself. Haha we kid of course.) We would like an update from you on the following: Guardians Name: Child's Name: Sin: Virtue: Gender: Current Attitude: Likes: Dislikes: Any abnormal growths: (if any, example: Feathers molting, horns growing larger, scars ) Current hair style: Current clothing preferences: Dominant celestial trait: (The sin or virtue) Please summarize in your own words how difficult or easy it was taking care of your child. Did you manage to care for them in a kindly fashion? Or were you forced to discipline them? As well do not be alarmed if you suddenly find your child achieving a massive growth spurt in the next little while. We are finding that the children from our facility have strange growing patterns and are rather unpredictable. Although please let us know if anything unexpected occurs. Sincerely the technicians from Seven of Seven Inc. Ps. Please just leave your letter back in your mail box one you have completed it our courier will pick it up. Thank you.
You would notice the letter seems overly friendly...strange since the scientist were so ...cold before.
(Just take the from Guardians name to Dominant Celestial trait and pm it to the mule, the summarization doesn't have to be long just have fun with it.)
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Posted: Mon Dec 28, 2009 11:15 am
Note: Lissy's image was flipped.
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Posted: Mon Dec 28, 2009 3:54 pm
Lucky number XIII
Lissy meets back up with Tykier and gets a surprise by seeing his younger brother, Kyler.
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Posted: Tue Dec 29, 2009 8:31 pm
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Posted: Fri Jan 01, 2010 8:42 pm
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Posted: Sun Jan 17, 2010 2:44 pm
Off to Oz
Lissy spends some time at a toy store with a toddler, Vali.
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Posted: Sun Jan 24, 2010 8:02 pm
Dear Diary,
I had sex with Vinny yesterday.
Okay, so I'm not exactly 0 sure that it actually happened, but thats not my fault. Seriously! So check it; my mind just went blank. We were playing Twister in his living room and then something went fizz and I pounced him.
You know I don't think it was that bad. (A BUNCH of scribbles)
When I woke up I bolted. I couldn't even look at him after that because I know what he thinks. We hadn't even been on a date yet! WHAT THE ******** IS WRONG WITH ME?! If this happens ever again WITHOUT a ring on my finger I think I'll buy a chastity belt.
How am I supposed to tell Moose about it? I know she'll know and then Sabra will know and GOD FORBID someone tell Tally. She'll think I'm a nasty slut. What if I am? When I met J'her she didn't seem sane in the membrane either.
The creepy thing was when I got home and started thinking about it I realized I wasn't finished. I took a LONG shower with the radio cranked up as high as it would go. I know I woke Moose up, but a girl's gotta do what a girl's gotta do.
I just hope Vinny still likes me. I didn't think it was possible to ******** up before your first date, but I was wrong. So wrong.
Sincerely,
Lissy
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Posted: Thu Jan 28, 2010 9:13 am
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Posted: Thu Feb 18, 2010 4:49 pm
In my line of work you come across charity cases all the time. After taking a long drag of my cig, I flicked the ashes into the tray and looked at the kid next to me.
She was brave to be a bar this late at night. I didn’t know how old she was, but I’d guess pretty damn young to be that naïve. Word of my reputation spreads fast, apparently fast enough to attract kids. I could feel her eyes on the side of my head, waiting for an answer that I didn’t want to give.
“Alright, so let me get this straight.” I snubbed out the cigarette and reached for my beer. “You’ve got some kind of freaky pheromones and you want me to help you control them.”
She nodded eagerly. Her fangs were piercing her bottom lip. I knew because I could smell the blood. It was heady mix that sent fire through my body, right down to the spot where I’d most like to stick her with.
“No.”
“Aww, come on! Why the hell not? What do you have to lose?” The girl leaned in close, her breasts rubbing up against my arm. “I can pay you anything that you want. Please, please I don’t want this. I don’t want to be a freak! I want to be good. A good girl for my boyfriend. He can’t see me like t-“
I put a finger to her lip. “Could you just like…shut up for five seconds, please? You’re starting to piss me off.”
She leaned back in her chair with her head down. The tentacles at her side wrapped up around her arms, or in the little one’s case, probed her wrist.
I came to this bar every night looking to score. It wasn’t a gift that my voice was so seductive. When I got up on stage, I sang to attract booty and on most nights, I wasn’t disappointed. Yet now, with three partners and just as many children, I found the chase getting a little boring. So, with a sigh, I decided to humor her. “Look, I can give you some tips.”
The kid sniffled and lifted her misty eyes to mine. “Thank you, thank you so much!”
When she came in for a hug I didn’t waste any time in putting distance between us. “Stop that. God, what the hell are you here for? Or did you forget?”
Horus poured me another round of the good stuff and stepped back, muttering something about *****. Damn codger needed to learn when to keep his friggin’ mouth shut. I had half a mind to slug him when I heard a cough at my side.
“You were growling,” she whispered.
“Oh, right.” I took a swig. “The first thing you have to realize is that your DNA is that of a lust based demon, whether you like it or not. Once you’ve accepted it, you can pick and choose how you go about sex and who w-“
“No, no, no! That’s all wrong. I don’t want to have sex anymore.”
“For real?”
“Don’t.” She frowned. “Don’t give me that face. I mean it.”
“If you don’t have sex you’ll go mad. That much I’ve figured out. You’re not chastity, so get over it. Stop trying to be someone that you’re not and become the best you you can be.” Looking down in my glass, I frowned. “That sounded really lame.”
“Ya, it did.” She spun around on her stool and leaned her back up against the bar. “But I…guess it makes sense. Your saying that if all I want to do is blow, then I should be the best, right?”
I spewed my drink all over the bar. “God, no!”
“But that’s what you said! You said that I should be the best me I could be.”
“Ya, but I didn’t say you should be a whore.” What the hell was wrong with kids these days?! “Okay, yes, I did technically say that, and I guess if you wanna blow then that’s fine. Just don’t let the whole world know. Keep it between yourself and make sure your dignity is held intact.”
“Alright.” For the first time tonight, she smiled. “Thanks a lot, Asmodeus. For a demon, you’re not all that bad.”
“Oh no you don’t.” I finished off my glass and grabbed her by the waist, pulling her to my lap. “A sensei never lets his pupil leave without seeing what she learned first.”
(749 words)
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