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 Posted: Fri Jul 31, 2009 10:21 pm
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Posted: Sun Nov 22, 2009 12:36 pm
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Posted: Sun Nov 22, 2009 12:43 pm
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Posted: Sun Nov 22, 2009 12:45 pm
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Posted: Sun Nov 22, 2009 12:47 pm
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Posted: Sun Nov 22, 2009 12:48 pm
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Posted: Sun Nov 22, 2009 12:49 pm
Reserved for Trois journal entry~
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Posted: Sun Apr 18, 2010 12:47 am
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Posted: Tue Apr 20, 2010 9:33 pm
Alazne whimpered quietly in her sleep, tossing and turning in bed and whining softly to herself. She wasn’t sure what about the dream made it so terrifying. There were too many people, too many things... but it was strangely similar to Alice in Wonderland. Alazne in Wonderland, she supposed.
The girl was seated at a large, large table, at the head of it. Behind her, she could hear what she knew were her favourite television shows, but every time she turned around, she was completely unable to see around the chair. There were tons of people around, none of them with faces, none of them being quiet, and one of which kept getting really close to her. She couldn’t make out any of the words that it was saying; they were all muffled and garbled sounding, likely because this figure didn’t have a mouth.
Yet, despite the fact that she didn’t know what it was saying, she shook her head fervently, hair [which was abnormally down instead of braided] snapping across her face. That was another thing about that dream: her hair just kept getting longer and longer and more unruly until she was practically drowning in it. The little girl whimpered softly from beneath her head of hair, but no sound came out. Instead, cake was shoved through her veil of hair and into her face. This would be a nice thing if it was going into her mouth, but it wasn’t. Instead, it was smearing all over her face and when she lifted her hands to wipe it off, she came to find that she had no eyes, no mouth, no nose-
Alazne fell back through the looking glass of her dreams, shooting straight up in bed and panting in mild terror, immediately lifting her hands to her face. She found everything, her eyes, her nose, her mouth, her ears, her horns. Alright, so she was okay. That was... that was good.
She flopped over the edge of the bed and toddled out of her room and down the long hallway in her house to where her mommy was fixing breakfast, latching onto the snake’s long tail before hefting herself on top of it and making sure she was balanced. ”Had a spooky dream,” she said simply. Trois turned around to pet her a bit before lifting her up and nuzzling at her stomach, making the little one giggle.
”I’m sorry, little one. Do you know what it was about?” he asked, only for her to shake her head. For once, she really hadn’t understood that dream.
What on earth was it going to bring with it?
[439 words]
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Posted: Tue Apr 20, 2010 9:34 pm
Breakfast was rather... different that morning. For some reason, there were more people there than usual. There was a ton and a half of food that Trois had been up since five in the morning making. Everything from potatoes and bacon and cereal and eggs of all different varieties and pancakes and crepes and whipped cream and strawberries and many, many other things. Alazne was at the table in a light blue nightgown with a strawberry and whipped cream covered pancake sitting in front of her, whipped cream strewn all across her face.
She was only having one real problem with eating this delicious food and that was the fact that her hair was constantly in her face. It hadn’t been brushed or anything since the night before and since the dream that she’d had, the length of it was starting to scare her, like it would suddenly grow longer and eat her face up.
Partway through breakfast, a person who Lazzy had never seen before walked in the door. The horned girl looked at him with wide eyes. He had one large wing and hair just like Mama’s. He was carrying a lot of bags with him. When Trois caught sight of the other, a bright smile erupted on his face and he jumped up, hugging his seventh son tightly. Cat and Septimus merely exchanged a handshake before the younger one’s attention zeroed in on Quentin. After a moment of exchanged gestures, writing, and speech, the two went off down the hallway to go interact further in one way or the next.
But that wasn’t what was important to Alazne at the moment. As her mom cleaned up her face, she looked up with wide grey eyes. ”Mama? C’n we cut my hairs?” she asked. Trois blinked in surprise before chuckling weakly and giving the girl a smile, running a hand wistfully through hair that was still long for the time-being.
”...alright, Lazzy. We’ll go do that right now, alright? Then we have to start getting ready for the party!” Trois replied with a smile, looking a bit happier than he had in a long time. From that, they left the house and headed down the street, Alazne riding on Trois’ tail as the two of them talked about whatever popped into Lazzy’s head, though Trois’ mind seemed to be elsewhere.
It was only a simple little barber shop a few blocks away that they ended up at, and Lazzy was soon in the chair, wiggling around as she waited for the person who was to cut her hair. When he arrived, she bounced a little bit, gesturing him to come closer and whispering something in his ear. The man chuckled slightly and asked if she was sure, to which she nodded. Washing and rinsing happened, along with a little bit of drying and styling and an application and rinse of a strange-coloured liquid and it was about an hour later that Alazne bounced out of the building, feeling much lighter that she had previously, hair cut boyishly, dyed a pale lilac, and matching her pinstripes and jauntily angled fedora. She grinned up at Trois and her mother smiled back, the smile seeming rather ghostly and faraway.
”Do ya like et?!” Trois smiled a bit more, looking a bit more real.
”Yeah, Lazzy, I like it. Now let’s go get some cake.”
[563 words]
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Posted: Tue Apr 20, 2010 9:37 pm
The newly short-haired Alazne was bouncing down the street happily in her tomboyish clothing, hat having a hard time staying on her head. Every now and again, she had to stop and go retrieve it from where it had fallen off her head, but the journey was otherwise relatively smooth. Alazne, being ahead of her mother, picked out the cake store much sooner and stood in front of it with wide grey eyes, staring at the many different kinds of designer cakes and cupcakes.
”Woah...” she said quietly, Trois coming up behind her and chuckling. Not missing a beat, Trois hefted her up -causing the young girl to giggle- and dropped her down on his shoulders, a small bell ringing as they went through the door.
”Hello...?” The quiet, French-accented syllable echoed around the empty shop before a girl around twenty came out from behind the counter, a large smile on her face. After a question of ‘may I help you?’ the two began conversing about different kinds of cake, Trois putting a large emphasis on the fact that his eight sons all had very different tastes and were expecting to get very different things.
It wasn’t long before Alazne was bored of all of this and therein wriggled until her mother put her down. A wide smile on her face, the youngster started walking around the cake store, looking at all of the different fancy cakes and trying to choose which one she wanted. Then she got to the cupcakes and her eyes lit up. Strangely enough, as was common in cute little family run businesses like this, there was something that exactly matched her exotic tastes. It was one little cupcake, chocolate, with pink frosting and a gun that had been frosted onto the top of it.
”Mama!! Mamamamamama!!” Alazne exclaimed, poking at the cupcake heavily through the glass. Trois, who was just wrapping up the cake order, glanced up slightly and gave a small smile.
”Just a second, sweetheart,” he called back, causing the little girl to whine sadly louder and louder until Trois came over, petting her short hair gently. ”Okay, hun, what did you want?”
”Lookit, lookit, lookit!!” she said happily, pointing at the cupcake over and over again. At the sight of it, Trois laughed aloud and smiled at the woman behind the counter, pointing at the cupcake himself.
”And one of these, too, please.”
[401 words]
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Posted: Tue Apr 20, 2010 9:38 pm
Usually, the house that Alazne had lived in for such a long time was relatively quiet. Most of the older children had left already, though Quentin, Tavian and a few others remained, and none of the ones still living there ever really that loud; they didn’t seem to have many friends or anything loud to do in the house. It helped that Quentin was mute.
However, that day was a different story. The table was covered in food and almost all of the family was present. Yet such hullabaloo was not going to deter Alazne from watching her shows. It was while she was planted in front of the television that someone picked her up by her armpits and hefted her into the air, making her squeak and wriggle a bit. The whoever-it-was then turned her around and she came face-to-face with someone she’d never seen before.
He had grey eyes and short grey hair and looked, honestly, a lot like a girl. The male was wearing what could only be described as the latest fashions along with a large scarf and had a bird tail and a pair of smallish grey wings. Alazne impulsively pouted at him for making her miss her shows, but the smile on his face made her expression ebb to confusion.
”So, you’re the new little girl I’ve been hearing so much about,” the male commented fondly before putting her down and kneeling in front of her, smiling all the while as though it was his job [little did she knew that it prettymuch was]. ”I’m Yoichi; I’m your oldest brother.”
The young girl continued to stare at this ‘Yoichi’ creature for a period of time before sticking her tongue out at him and toddling back to her television. ”Got too many bruvvers already. ‘Pply somewhere else.”
It was lucky that the girl was so small – if anyone else treated him as though he was any less than the best thing in the universe, Yoichi would often completely explode at them. He did frown a bit, though, before walking to stand next to the other, then dropping down to sit next to her, knees pulled to his chest while the other people in the house seemed to mingle among themselves.
”So whatcha watchin’?”
Alazne looked at him, aghast. ”Only the best show ever!!” Alazne exclaimed, going on from there to describe exactly how it was the best show ever to a very amused Yoichi. It was after the show had ended [all five episodes] that Alazne and Yoichi as well as the rest of Cat and Trois’ numerous children were herded into the kitchen, and nineteen candles of a birthday cake were lit. And then they were lit again. And then they were lit again and again until all eight of the boys had a cake lit up and the room was getting unfortunately hot. A predictable chorus of ‘Happy Birthday to You’ echoed around the room and when it was finished there was a cheer and a wush! of all the candles being blown out, following quickly by even more cheering.
Confused, Alazne wandered among the feet until Yoichi hefted her up once again, holding the tiny girl in the crook of his arm. She looked up at him and pouted softly. ”What’s goin’ on, ‘Ichi?” she asked, perplexed, her spaded tail flicking a bit.
”A birthday. Since all of us were hatched around the same time, we all celebrate it on the same day. It happens... well... like... every year after you’re born, you get a year older. When you’re exactly one, and then two, and so on older, you get a celebration, with cake and presents and usually friends and family. Do you want some cake and ice cream?” he explained then asked the girl with his award-winning, magazine-plastered smile. This time, Alazne smiled back.
”MmKay!! ‘N’ yeah, I want some!!” the little girl said happily, wiggling around in her brother’s arms as the nineteen-year-old got a small plate and started on cutting off one little piece of each kind of cake for the girl, doing the same with the three different kinds of ice cream.
”C’mon, ‘Ichi!!” Alazne said happily, the plate wobbling in her hand when she was put down, tugging the laces at the bottom of Yoichi’s pants and thereby untying them, trying to pull him into the other room. ”C’mon and watch some’a the telly with me!!” she said excitedly, still tugging. With a chuckle and a roll of the eyes, Yoichi got his plate and followed after the girl happily.
[763 words]
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