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 Posted: Fri Nov 13, 2009 7:58 pm
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Posted: Fri Nov 13, 2009 8:42 pm
o2. dear diary
Europa has become very dear to me, although her arrival is still relatively mysterious to me. From the looks of her, I cannot say she is a gift from God as such, but she is certainly a gift from somewhere. She drags me from the house on days when I never would have gone. She sings to the rain and the sun and the stars, and to my heart. Her smiles brighten my world, and her tears fall like heavy clouds. I was never the type to want children, not that I had ever thought about it, but in this short time I have been in guardianship of this little girl, I have begun to wonder how I’d ever done without.
My mother has taken to Europa as she has taken to any of the other surprises in my life. She may be internally fuming or sobbing or wailing in disappointment, but she smiles and speaks softly. Europa seems to genuinely be fond of her grandmother, and they spent quite a long time on the front porch with iced tea and a formidable stack of coloring books. Europa and I have been working on her numbers and letters now that she has colors down pat, and my mother offered to help if it was needed. I hope that Eurie will take to reading and writing as quickly as she has to all else, and that she will be successful when she enters school.
Because she is my world, though, does not mean that we are without strife. She is often bored by my investigations and has a strong temper. More than once she has been brought to screaming rage from a particularly adamant bug or a spilled ice cream. It is frightening and I pray it belies her true nature. The horns worry me, and the wings, but she is generally a soft and quiet child so certainly she cannot be all demon. The word “demon” in and of itself brings to mind a great deal of negativity what with the roiling fires of Hell and so on and so forth, but living on Gaia has helped me realize that those images are not always true. I have seen full-fledged demons having coffee in swank cafes, flanked by friends. It is another nature versus nurture argument, and one to which I do not have a proper answer.
Work itself has been slow, but I have yet to begin to worry. I have a rather large reserve stored in the bank, but if that begins to dwindle perhaps nervousness will set in. People are so willing to solve their own mysteries these days. Most who come to me have already investigated to some degree, which is helpful, don’t get me wrong, but off-putting on the state of the public opinion of private investigators. Others have called me in to investigate an initial crime or person, and also the mysterious death of the civilian who previously investigated. I do not enjoy those cases. Then, of course, there are the rich folk who come to me for a scratched car or a flawed diamond.
All in all, life has thus far treated myself and my new daughter kindly. Family is pleasant, and Eurie seems to be making friends where ever she goes. She makes me forget my disfigurement, which is rather pleasant considering my self-consciousness in that area. Perhaps I am over-reacting, but if I am then I shall never know different (or so I hope). I am slowly immersing myself in the real world as I introduce my child to it, and it is a nerve-wracking process at times.
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Posted: Tue Nov 17, 2009 12:02 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: Tue Nov 17, 2009 6:21 am
o3. growth
Guardians Name: Anthony Nascota
Child's Name: Europa
Sin: Wrath
Virtue: Chastity
Gender: Female
Current Attitude: Generally calm and happy
Likes: Cool weather, sweet things, pastel colors, playing pretend, physical activity
Dislikes: Messy hair, fishy smells or taste, birds, excessive heat
Any abnormal growths: None
Current hair style: Long and straight still
Current clothing preferences: Pants more than skirts, pastel colors
Dominant celestial trait: Chastity (??)
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?
She was more or less the perfect child, if one can ignore her incredible outbursts of rage...
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Posted: Mon Dec 14, 2009 11:43 am
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Posted: Thu Dec 31, 2009 10:42 am
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Posted: Mon Jan 18, 2010 12:15 pm
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Posted: Mon Jan 18, 2010 12:17 pm
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Posted: Mon Jan 18, 2010 12:18 pm
o8. the big creepy dollhouse
here!
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Posted: Mon Jan 18, 2010 12:19 pm
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Posted: Mon Jan 18, 2010 12:20 pm
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Posted: Mon Jan 18, 2010 12:21 pm
11. valentines day ball
here!
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Posted: Wed Mar 03, 2010 10:05 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: Wed Jun 30, 2010 9:38 am
12. dear diary
Yesterday I talked with Dad about getting a job, and apparently it's hard to find places willing to hire someone my age. I can't blame them. Even I can't stand most people my age. He said that most kids would have to find a family business to take up a job at, but the only family business is his, and he tells me all the time how dangerous it is and how he doesn't want me to get in any danger. We starting talking about what else I could do then, and my choices are pretty limited. Once we ruled out house-cleaning and shelter work (I don't ever want to have 'poop scooping' as a job) we decided that I should try babysitting. It makes the most sense, because really I'd take little kids over kids my own age any day. I don't think that makes me immature. Everyone always says I'm too mature for my age. I think it just means I like to take care of little kids. There's a whole bunch in my neighborhood, and we have the spawn to cater to, so I hope that my business can take off.
Most kids my age don't think about jobs or businesses. Dad seemed to think it was a little weird that I wanted to get started so early. I don't really understand it. If I start now, by the time I'm grown-up and everyone else is worrying about college and what they want to do with their lives I'll be all set and not have to worry. Maybe I'm thinking I can do too much, but I at least want to try. I want my own money, and I want to work. I want to make the world a better place, and maybe I can start doing it with baby-sitting.
Besides that talk, we had to have another talk. My sin isn't really the most dangerous when it comes to growing up, but I guess there's problems every kid has. I mean, I'm starting to get boobs and Gramma is going to take me out for training bras later this week. I really don't want to go, but I pretty much have to. Dad says that soon I'll start having strange feelings about boys, and I might be tempted to do things that I would regret later. I don't think I will. Even if I liked kids my own age, I'm still chastity, and maybe that'll keep me safe. I don't want to be touched or to get in bed with anyone, and Dad says that he's happy I feel that way, and that if I ever don't I should come talk to him. I don't think I ever will. I think it's disgusting. Maybe I'm just immature.
I went out to put up my fliers today. I really like them. They're pink and green and yellow, and they all have really bold words and cute little pictures and all of those little tabs that real businesses have on the bottom. It's getting really nice out now that the heat wave passed, so I spent some time in the park too. A lady asked me to help her load up a baby stroller, and she asked me where I went to school. I guess she thought I was older than I am, and I guess I kind of liked it. I think I'll bring Dad out on a picnic this week. He works so hard and takes good care of me, and he never goes out to do things with friends or anything. Maybe next time Pippin and his mom can come, but not this time. I want some time with Dad all for myself.
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