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 Posted: Fri Mar 17, 2006 6:59 am
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Posted: Fri Mar 17, 2006 7:37 am
Meeting the 1st: Concerning Awkward Parents
Met Orpheus. Think he might have hit on me. Am not v. pleased. Kids like sandboxes.
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Posted: Fri Mar 17, 2006 7:58 am
Coloring the 1st: Riley is Very Diligent
It was a wonder that no good intentioned organization had taken Riley away from Rafferty. The man was a bad parent at best, utterly horrid at his worst. That was not to say he was cruel in any way to the child, but he was not exactly doting either. It was neglect really. A lack of flexibility even with a toddler as part of his life now. He still went out, did as he felt he had to, and completely forgot that babies? Yeah. They need babysitters.
"RILEY!" Rafferty screamed, glaring at the elk child. While he had to admit the drawing on the wall was rather well done for a child of that age, he did NOT need happy people colored in chalk in his hallway. Washing the drawing was going to take hours of wasted time. For a moment the man could only glare, doing his best to contain his anger.
Riley smiled lightly, and looked at his masterpiece. Surely, his mommy was pleased. Even if he was using the 'Imascaryman!!!' voice.
"RILEY, YOU ARE IN SO MUCH TROUBLE!" The human growled, placing his hands on his hips as he glared down at the little boy. It was then that Rafferty finally remembered why he had even left the house in the first place. "Oh. Right. These. Here you go, Riley."
He thrust out a handful of papers at his ward, finding he wished he had never gone to get them in the first place. Well, it was not exactly like he had a choice. Even if he was still going to be a selfish b*****d, he could not totally ignore the child's need for an education.
Riley carefully took the papers, looking them over.
"They're the alphabet. Numbers too. Work on that."
The elk boy blinked, then nodded, holding his new canvases in one hand as he crawled over to his crayon box. Maybe if he was good and quiet for awhile, his mommy would forget that whole mess with the wall.
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Posted: Thu Feb 22, 2007 4:16 pm
Play-Date the 1st: You Scream, I Scream
Met Nikiana and Alaqua. Riley and them seemed to like icecream. Hm.
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Posted: Tue Dec 11, 2007 1:04 pm
Journaling the 1st: In Which Rafferty Discovers the Internet
Rafferty was generally a firm believer in keeping to one's self, which was precisely why he kept a journal in the first place. The theory and practice was centered around the idea that if he put all his energy into secreting his emotions way into a simple, blank-faced book, maybe they would go away. That was not to say Rafferty was anything close to a tortured soul- what he wrote usually read like an over-enthused shopping list- but he did not like the sensation of being at the whim of his primal urge to feel things. One would have thought evolution would have gotten around to eliminating that sort of thing long ago, but evolution was lazy, and Rafferty found himself actually caring once in awhile.
After losing his actual blank book of a diary within the first week or so of trying to fill a single page, he had signed up with some online service. His first entry was not going exactly as he originally planned. Somehow it was not as therapeutic as many others might have insisted.
Took Riley out today.
He stared at the sentence, and tapped his index fingers anxiously against the space bar. His internet web browser currently professed at least fifty other 'tab' things, which would have lead him to fifty journals he had inspected prior to making his own. Most of them read like miniature, poorly written soap operas, but at least they were longer than a single fragment of a sentence.
He deleted the entire line and started from the very beginning.
I took Riley out today, and we went to that park. I think we had fun.
The 'we' might have been a little off, but Rafferty did not want the masses to get the wrong idea about him (he was already pretty sure choosing the screen name of 'figgypudding' was not really fitting to his demeanor).
It was a little too late to get a second opinion. Riley was not exactly grammatically correct on the best of days, and the boy was taking a nap. Callous as Rafferty might act, he was not going to wake up some toddler for selfish reasons. Besides, children were far too good with technology, and the brunette had personally seen kids who could not yet form complete sentences putting together fully functional computers from bits of dog hair and a beat up inner tube. The last thing he wanted was Riley getting it in his head that he, too, could use Rafferty's laptop.
I took Riley out today, and we went to that park by the hill. Riley had fun on the swings, and I watched to make sure he did not hurt himself. I freeze up when he cries.
That was a little personal. A quick few dozen 'Undo' commands and the last sentence is ready to be replaced with something a tad bit bolder.
I find crying children funny.
That was a little unorthodox, but he was pretty sure it would be approved of. Besides, considering all of his research on the subject matter of online journals, he was fairly sure anyone that might read his own was a fourteen year old girl. As a group, they seemed to prefer small animals over small human things (which were technically animals, but Rafferty was simply reciting the data).
Anyway, he has been talking a lot more lately. A lot of nonsense, but I'm he actually thinks he's making sense.
Riley seemed to think it was simply fascinating to rag on and on about leaves and colors, and Rafferty found the conversation about as enjoyable as being continually stabbed in the eyeball with a red hot needle. Naturally, he never told the boy this, but he was sure deep in the elk's heart he was well aware of it. It was possible the child had a sadistic streak, but Rafferty was not yet going to call judgment on that particular speculation.
I have found I prefer life with him rather than life before him.
The words were backspaced faster than should have been humanly possible. In fact, the entire not-quite-a-paragraph was. Rafferty pushed back from the desk, which was hard to do with his legs crossed, and leaned against the leather exterior of his chair.
Revelations really should not be had in such a situation, he decided, and exited the room via the entrance to the kitchen. Lunch would undoubtedly be soon, and comprised of peanut butter and jelly.
Maybe also bread.
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