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 Posted: Thu Jan 26, 2006 8:00 pm
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Posted: Sat Feb 04, 2006 9:55 pm
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Posted: Sat Feb 11, 2006 9:08 am
Art "Oh children," Tsunake drawled lazily, standing in the doorway of the decripd old house. She said nothing more; whoever came would the smart one, and those who didn't would suffer later. The silver-haired woman glanced idly at the sound of quiet footsteps, listening carefully. Soft, delicately placed...sounded female. Unless Lucien had been stealing her clothes again. Yup, female. The dark-skinned girl had appeared quietly, a colorful arangement of crayons clutched in her fist. The girl had taken an interest in coloring; she enjoyed making brilliant, vivid displays across an entire sheet of paper. Even now, she held a piece of paper in hand. Curious, the woman tipped her head, stepping closer.
"May I see?" She herself drew a few things--nothing worth mentioning, but she under stood that it was important to always ask an 'artist's' permission before looking at their work. Pale green eyes were thoughtfully regarding her for a moment before the little girl nodded and held out her drawing. Tsunake took it with a gentle smile before allowing her eyes to rest on the colors. For a moment, she felt like she had been slammed with something heavy. This girl...could draw. And with crayons too. Hell, if she ever picked up a crayon, it'd look like something had vomitted all over whatever paper she had decided to defile. But this...it was almost as though Sauda had taken her emotions and simply spread them across the paper, like a second skin. There was no real shape to it in paritcularly; it was just a mess of intricately mixed colors...but the meaning behind them was powerful. Pastal azures, fiery reds, cool purples and warm greens...
"That's beautiful Sauda." She really meant it. The girl took back the paper, modestly shrugging her shoulders. "Thank you..." A small smile etched itself over her face, and Tsunake placed a hand on the girl's head. "I have something for you." The woman said almost fondly.
A few minutes later, the little girl was staring at the black fabric in her hands, fingers delicately tracing the figure of a roaring, crimson dragon on front of it, wings outstretched. It was beautiful, fierce, and untamed. Just seeing it made her want to try and draw these emotions. The t-shirt was too big for her now, but she slipped it on anyway, marveling at the lovely dragon centered on it.
((Holy crap, I was just informed we have a showing in twenty minutes. Gotta clean house, will edit!))
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Posted: Fri Feb 24, 2006 5:04 pm
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Posted: Thu Mar 16, 2006 8:04 pm
Resident Evil--Galore A weary sigh escaped the little girl's lips as she tiredly dragged herself downstairs--another night without sleep. She wasn't really sure why she kept waking up in the middle of the night, but every time she tried to remember her dream...well, it really could only be called a nightmare. Monsters with big, nasty teeth, all distorted and covered in blood...they had been trying to eat her, she knew that much. Maybe it was because of that game she had watched Tsunake play last night...yes, she was supposed to be asleep, but when her 'Mom' kept screaming every three seconds, it had sparked the child's curiosity. She didn't know what the game had been, but there were scary dead people on it...and things that looked like, well, inside-out men. And they had really long tongues and their brains had been poking out...
Almost tripping down the stairs, Sauda flopped down on her seat, resting one cheek against the cool, smooth wood of the table as she debated going to sleep right there. It would only be for a little bit; all she had to do was close her eyes and--
"Sauda?"
Tsunake inwardly winced as the girl, still dressed in her bright green pajamas, nearly leapt out of her chair, eyes wide and startled. She looked horrible, and as a parent, that meant that Tsunake was failing. Padding quietly across the kitchen, the woman knelt, placing one hand on the child's shoulder as she peered into her expression. "What's wrong baby...? You don't look so good..."
Sauda managed to calm herself down, feeling stupid as she stared down at her cold toes. She felt like she was being a big baby about all of this--something she didn't like. Taking a deep breath, the girl prepared herself to simply tell a lie--it would just be a white lie, just so Mom didn't worry...
"You were playing a really scary game and you got eaten and they were making weird sounds and--" One hand clapped over her mouth, pale green eyes wide in horror. Now she was in for it; Tsunake would be mad and then she'd get shipped off to another home and she was just starting to really like it here. But then something happened, something to Sauda's utmost confusion.
Tsunake put one hand over her rapidly reddening face, blocking her eyes from view. "Ohh, Sauda...I'm so sorry, I thought you were asleep but...I guess I was pretty loud..." Her hand dropped, and the woman offered a very sheepish smile. "That's a game that's not really appropriate for you or Lucien; Resident Evil...it's got some pretty scary stuff in it." A shudder spread through her body. "Even gives me nightmares. Is that why you're so tired this morning?"
Sauda nodded quietly, biting her lower lip. Tsunake privately thought that it was sad that she was already so mature at this age...a lot of things must have happened to make her wear those expressions that seemed far too old for her. Tsunake hid a smile, ready to tell Sauda that she'd never have to see that game again or even look at it, so everything would be fine--
"I wanna watch you play it again later."
Tsunake practically slammed her head into the table; what was wrong with the children she adopted?! Ugh, whatever. Tsunake simply chose her words carefully, not wanting to get the girl riled up. "Well, we'll see, all right? That game even scares me, as you can tell, and I don't want you having nightmares from it..."
Apparently satisfied, Sauda nodded, kicking her feet back and forth as she returned her attention to the table-top. Tsunake patted the top of her brightly-colored hair, then moved on to make breakfast. It'd be a good day for both of them, with any luck.
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Posted: Mon Apr 03, 2006 4:58 pm
Notice! Due to the fact that I am moving, I don't have much time at the moment to post in Sauda's journal. Dt has given me permission to not post, so please don't take Sauda away from me when I'm gone. x) I should be returning shortly, for this hiatus is only temporary. Thanks much.
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Posted: Wed Apr 26, 2006 4:20 pm
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Posted: Sat May 06, 2006 5:00 pm
Tsunake's Birthday; Part 1 Everyone knew what a birthday was; in Sauda's opinion, you'd have to be pretty stupid if you didn't. That was why she had perked up when Tsunake had been grumbling about it, apparently not pleased that she was going to be a whole year older. And that was when she had decided to speak up, her bright eyes clouded in a trace of confusion. "Why don't you like your birthday?" After all, every child knew that birthdays meant presents--unless getting old meant that they took presents away...
The silver haired woman glanced up from her work, a throbbing headache beginning to build in her temples. It was a nice thing that Sauda was such a mild child; no screaming or racing around the house. Though, she had learned that the girl was very, very sly in her own way; she was certainly excellent at slipping away with things. Like how she had managed to slip a couple of baseball cards right out of Lucien's pocket without the boy noticing a thing. Of course, then, she had simply walked up to him and, rather sweetly, told him he had dropped them and he should be more careful. Almost as though she had simply been seeing if she could do it or not.
"Well sweetie, when you get older, birthdays aren't so fun anymore..." She inwardly stifled a sigh as Sauda simply stared at her blankly, clearly not comprehending. "I'm getting too old now." She finally said, not pleased with the matter.
"But you get presents." Sauda said softly; surely that had to make it a little better. One little brow quirked as her mother chuckled slightly, shaking her head.
"Not anymore. Oh, I don't mind it," She added quickly at Sauda's nearly-shocked expression. "Lucien has interest, and Malv...well, he doesn't really understand the whole birthday thing." She reached out to ruffle Sauda's thick locks, smiling when she realized the girl was wearing the same black dress that she had on when Tsunake had found her. "You look awfully pretty in that. We should get you some more dresses. Think you'd like that?"
Sauda wasn't going to surrender the topic so easily, but chose to simply brood about it. So her mom didn't really get presents anymore? Hm..."Maybe."
((Will be continued on May 8th))
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Posted: Wed May 10, 2006 1:52 pm
Tsunake's Birthday; Part 2 Ahh, the fateful morning. One could hear the half-demon growling and muttering to herself all the way upstairs, apparently not at all pleased. It was the 'special day' today. The one where she became yet another year older--like she wasn't old enough already. The woman growled deeper into her pillow, as though determined not to get up. Maybe if she just slept all day, then it wouldn't happen and she would just...stay the same age. It was worth a shot.
Meanwhile, a small, green-haired kiddlet glanced up apprehensively towards the ceiling, her fingers pausing in their current work. They were slathered in a multitude of bright colors--finger paint. Already, Sauda had decided that she would never use finger paint again. It was messy and she had already slopped it down her dress. That was all right though...she was nearly done with her painting. It wasn't very good, because she had messed up in places here and there, but she was more than satisfied. She'd worked hard on it--hard enough that she didn't feel like ever picking up a crayon again. The painting showed a blob of white that was apparently the house, with a bunch of brightly colored splots in front. A black one with pretty stars, a dun-colored one, a short little silver one, and a slightly taller silver one. And then, a dark brown one with bright green fuzz on top--a portrait of the family.
Stealthily, she slipped into the kitchen, propping up the painting right in front of Tsunake's chair before darting off into the shadows of the house. Maybe there'd still be time to play Resident Evil before Tsunake came down. She didn't like Sauda playing it, after all...
After another hour or so, the silver-haired female dragged herself down the stairs, looking exhausted and grumpy. A curse to birthdays, all of them. Snagging herself a glass of juice, the woman plopped herself down, bloodshot eyes glaring mindlessly in front of her. And then, she spotted something. A painting. Wordlessly, feeling her icy mood melt just a little, Tsunake gazed at it for a moment, flipping it over to see roughly scribbled words in bright green crayon.
Happy birthday mommy!
A soft sigh escaped her, and Tsunake let a smile twitch across her face. Happy birthday indeed...She'd have to find the girl and thank her. Hell, maybe they'd go out for a birthday dinner. She was a year older, after all. Didn't happen every day. Getting wearily to her feet, the woman wandered into the hallway, turned the corner--and stopped dead when she realized that Sauda was playing Resident Evil 3 again.
"Sauda!"
Eyes wide, the little girl whipped around, looking absolutely frightened out of her wits. Yep, she knew she had been caught. Momentarily, Tsunake was distracted by the sight of the Nemesis rampaging around on the screen, using one fist to whack the crap out of poor Jill. Ugh.
"What did I tell you about playing this?"
She was trying not to be angry, she really was. Mutely, Sauda flipped off the game, getting uncertainly to her feet and tugging at the hem of her dress. "You said I shouldn't play it because it was violent." She said quietly, green eyes fixed on her shoes. Tsunake sighed, her shoulders slumping as she grabbed the kid in a hug. "Right. So stop playing it; it's not good for you. And thank you for the birthday present. I think I'm gonna have to go get it framed. C'mon. Let's find your lazy excuse for a brother and go out somewhere."
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Posted: Fri Jun 02, 2006 11:41 am
Sauda Mm....it's been a while since I've wrote in you last, hasn't it? I wrote a lot of stupid things when I was little...and I drew all over the pages with crayons. Well, anyway, I'm writing in you now because Mom wants to get rid of me. I'm not kidding; she's sending me off to some weird place so I can be stuck inside all day with a bunch of losers that I don't even know. Yeah, I know, everyone has to go to school--everyone but me. Or that's how it should be.
Why do I have to go to school? It's not like I need to learn anything; I already know math and how to read and write. And Mommy said that I didn't have to do anything I didn't want to do; well, I think this counts. It's not like I'm going to know any of the kids there, and even if I did, they'll probably be just as stupid as Lucien. You know, last week, he tried to make Alena rip up my room? She bit him instead--but then I got yelled at for encouraging her! Which I didn't! I just told her that she could if she wanted too! Everything's so unfair.
I'd run away, but...I wouldn't know where to go. And I love Mommy, even if she's being mean...Maybe I could run back to Ms. Catzi's house? But then she'd probably make me go home....This is school's fault. Who needs to go to stupid old school anyway? And Mom says I can't wear my pajama pants there. Well, screw that.
......Is that sort of like saying the 'f' word? Because I'm not supposed to say that word. Am I gonna get in trouble?
....Mom won't read this anyway. She said she wouldn't.
....Maybe I better hide this somewhere, just in case.
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Posted: Thu Jun 15, 2006 3:35 am
School
(Prepare for Hell) And off the brave little soldier went, armed with nothing but her backpack, (black, because they didn't make any neon-green ones) school supplies, and a can of pepper-spray. The last item had been a parting gift from her mother, just in case she met any weird people to and from the school. The bus ride to school was fine, though, the girl sat by herself, staring out the window without much consideration on the fact that she was alone. No, rather, she was thinking about how on earth she could possibly get past the Nemesis when she was locked in that damn alter room; everytime she made Jill open the door, she would have to watch in frustration as Jill got her face smashed into a wall for a while. Her mom didn't know she was playing the games, obviously, but Sauda had gotten farther than Tsunake in roughly half the time. Maybe it was because eventually, she'd just gotten over being afraid of the monsters and just plunged on through them.
The bus came to a sudden halt, startling the girl out of her thoughts, clutching at her backpack. Glancing uncertainly at the other kids, she rose, stepping off the bus and heading into the rather menacing looking building. She quietly went to her classroom, ignoring the stares and snickers she received as she passed. Her hair was abnormal, Lucien had already told her so. She wouldn't let it bother her.
The next few hours of class passed by, keeping her surprisingly entertained. Math, she found was boring and tedious. Science was remotely interesting, as was English...but there were no classes that jumped out to her in particular. Though she had loved to draw and color when she was younger, Sauda found that art...really didn't interest her so much anymore. She wasn't all that good at it, and quite honestly, she'd rather be doing something else with her time. Just when the tween was getting fidgety, the bell rang, signalling that the little prisoners were free to run amuck. Gathering her things and stuffing them in her backpack, the girl quietly exited the room--stopping in surprise when she realized her way was being blocked.
Three boys, all sniggering stupidly at her, their ugly little faces contorted. Eying them for a moment, Sauda attempted to move past them into the hallway--and was violently shoved backwards. The girl stumbled, surprised, simply standing in place and staring at them.
"Why do you wear your clothes like that? You look stupid." One said in a sniveling, whiny voice, scowling at her skirt and bright pants.
"Dragons are stupid too." Another chimed in, eying her shirt.
"Why does it matter to you? You're not wearing it; I can wear whatever I want." Came the almost heated retort, green eyes narrowed as she watched her little trio of retards.
"Shut up, ******."
The girl stopped, eyes slightly wide at his tone. ******? She knew what the word meant, resisting to uneasily look at her dark skin. "I-I'm not a--"
"You've got black skin, you're a ******." The boy informed her, piggy eyes gleaming with malice. "My dad told me you niggers used to be our slaves. So, slave, I've got a few things you can do."
Sauda was starting to get scared, glancing hesitantly at the three of them, not sure what to say. She wasn't a slave, she wasn't, and all she wanted right now was her Mom. Tsunake would have driven them off--these kids weren't anything like Lucien. Lucien hadn't ever...acted like this before. Her arms were drawn up slightly, one hand wrapped around that long strand of hair that sometimes hung in her face.
The ringleader scowled, apparently not pleased with her hair color at all. "You're hair's ugly; why the hell did you dye it like that?"
"I didn't." Came the whisper.
"Is your ma a ****** then too?"
Noticably, the girl bristled, standing up straighter. "My mom doesn't have black skin." She wouldn't say that ugly word, not after Tsunake had told her where it had originated from.
"Does your dad?"
"No."
"Then your mom must be a whore."
Whack!
Sauda's right fist had come up, landing a punch square on the boy's fat, ugly nose. He let out a gargled scream, clutching his bleeding nose and staggering backwards, tears welling in his eyes. His two cronies stared in awe, gaping at the blood, as well as the tears. Anger was welling deep in her chest, but Sauda ignored it, pushing past them to run down the hallway. A teacher called after her, but the girl ignored it, racing out of the building, trying to stop tears that threatened to build up.
She had missed the bus from her little 'incident', and was forced to walk home. The girl kept her eyes downcast, feeling miserable as she trudged down a path, through the fields and such. She had always been slightly self-concious about her skin color, but now she had even more reason to hate it. "I'm not going back." The pre-teen whispered to herself, one hand wrapped around the strap of her backpack, swallowing a lump in her throat.
She knew that she would hate school.
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Posted: Mon Jun 19, 2006 5:32 pm
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Posted: Wed Jun 28, 2006 3:29 am
Sauda Well...Mom didn't get mad at me when I explained to her what really happened at school. I don't know how she knew I was lying, but she did somehow. She was just like Diago--she said I needed to stand up for myself, but I shouldn't hit people even if they said stuff about her. She seemed awfully proud that I took down that kid with one punch though. I guess it was pretty cool. It felt nice--hitting him full in the face like that just made me feel better. I was afraid I was gonna get in trouble though. That wasn't so nice. Anyway, Mom said I should only hit people if they're trying to do 'inappropriate things' to me. She was trying not to say molesting me, but I knew what she meant.
Well, about learning to stand up for myself. I watched some episodes of Jerry Springer. They have crazy ladies on there. Black people like me too. I listened to them scream at each other for a while--I was mostly focusing on how they acted. Real aggressive. Like the Nemesis--except female. And without all the weird mutations and stuff. But yeah, they talked real fast and real loud...they strutted around a lot too, snapping their fingers in each other's faces. They also had all this make-up smeared all over their face...I don't know why anyone would wear stuff like that. Tsunake asked if I wanted to try some, and she laughed when I told her no. She doesn't wear any, and she's still really pretty...so what's the point?
I'm gonna pretend you're that kid for a second. See if I can act like those crazy ladies who were whining about stealing each other's boyfriend. Too bad you aren't a real person; I could try scratching at your face with my nails. They're all short and stubby though...maybe I'll grow them out and file them down so they're pointed. Like some sort of monster...Right, you're the ugly kid now.
"...You talkin' tah me? Are you talkin' tah me, cracka? Ya better damn well not be talkin' tah me in dat tone! Oh, you wanna start somethin'? Heeeeeeeell naw! You ain't worth mah time! And you know that I would just beat yo' a** in a fight again anyway! Tha's right cracka, just turn around an' go hang wit' yo' crew o' white boys!"
....That felt weird. It sounds cool, but...I dunno. Maybe I should practice or something. It'd make them leave me alone for sure, I'll bet. Stupid boys.
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Posted: Mon Jul 10, 2006 7:26 am
A New Friend? Sauda meets Kiku; Part 1.draconianraven Mother had firmly told Kiku that she was to go out and meet a few people, since apparently everyone else at the house had a very strict sense of what it meant to be on one's own and without outside friends, save a select group. Thus, when the opportunity had first presented itself, Kiku made her way to the little park a ways away from the house-- driven there by Winter, naturally.
Kiku knew she had to be careful, as she was still a young girl and thus might run into problems on her own, but Winter assured her that she wouldn't be far off, and that if anything should happen, Winter would come running. It eased the fears within the girl somewhat-- at least that left open the chance that she could find someone who was friendly enough to get to know without having to worry about the meddlesome others who might be roaming about.
Taking a seat on one of the benches, Kiku sighed and glanced around. It was a lovely day-- shining sun, birds chirping, a summer paradise. At least it was for now...
Tsunake She had been hoping to see Diago again--the teenager had promised that they would get to play baseball. Truthfully, she just wanted to see him again, pleased to have met someone who was nice. But her Mom was worried. She thought that it was her fault that Sauda didn't know any other girls--girls her own age. Well, she didn't see a problem with it. Most girls didn't like creepy stuff anyway...
After checking the baseball diamond and getting over her disappointment, the girl decided she'd stop in the park for a while. Tsunake would be mad, but that was okay. Tugging on that one particularly long strand of hair that hung partially in her face, Sauda happened to glance over at one of the benches. Someone was sitting on it--and the sight of her made the girl stop in her tracks. Arms had drawn up to her chest, a nervous gesture, but Sauda was too awed to be intimidated. She had never seen anyone like this girl--nor anyone who was as pretty.
Realizing that she was gawking, the kid shuffled her feet, eyes dropping shyly before floating up to the other girl's face. She was so pretty... "Hello." Came the soft-spoken introduction. "I'm Sauda...I like your dress..." draconianraven Blinking, Kiku smiled. "Why, thank you! Your outfit is adorable too-- and hello to you as well." She'd barely been there longer than a moment and already she'd met someone who seemed to be kind enough. Perhaps today would be her lucky day in such matters? "My name is Kiku," she added, realizing that the other girl had introduced herself, and she hadn't returned the favor. Such impoliteness would never do.
"Would you care to sit down?" she offered to the green-haired girl, delicately motioning for Sauda to take a seat if she should so choose. Kiku secretly hoped she would-- this girl seemed so very... different. Not in a bad way, of course, just one completely separate from the way Kiku ran her life at the moment, something which piqued the girl's interest greatly.
Tsunake The compliment immedietely eased Sauda's mind. That's right, this was another girl, not some stupid boy who was gonna make fun of her. A small smile was offered back, and her hand drifted down from that one lock of hair that she always seemed to be playing with. Well, maybe she could make friends with girls too. This one, Kiku, seemed so sure of herself. Very polite too. "It's nice to meet you, Kiku." Hmm...maybe they would be able to be friends after all.
"Thank you." Sauda tucked her skirt under herself as she sat down on the bench. She didn't want to rumple the thing by accident; that'd be uncomfortable. "Have you been out here long? It's pretty here, today...I'm sorta surprised that no one else is out." As much as she loved her video games, she also enjoyed just running outside. Climbing trees, all that good stuff...briefly, she wondered if Kiku did stuff like that. She seemed so proper; Sauda certainly hadn't seen her here before. Maybe she was new...? draconianraven "Not long at all-- my Aunt just dropped me off for a bit, as my Mother wishes me to make a few friends outside the family before spending too much time with my siblings," Kiku laughed softly. "But I find myself glad that you came across me first, rather than some person who might feel malicious."
This girl seemed nervous-- though it appeared she slowly found herself more at ease. How interesting-- perhaps Sauda hadn't spent much time around others? Or perhaps it was that she'd spent too much time around the wrong others that led her to this sort of reaction to meeting a new person. How fascinating...
Tsunake Sauda listened quietly, nodding once to show she understood. "Oh, I see. That sounds like my Mom too; she feels guilty that I don't really know anyone around here. Which is silly--it isn't her fault." The preteen idly toyed with her thumbs as she spoke, completely unaware that she was doing it. It was a simple gesture--one that meant she was thinking. She had a lot of simple actions that gave away her mood.
She was pleased that Kiku didn't seem bored with talking to her yet. She was so different from anyone that Sauda had ever seen before--she almost reminded her of the Corpse Bride. While Sauda was deeply impressed with that, she wouldn't say it aloud. People took offense to funny things--even if they were meant as a compliment. draconianraven Sauda was worried that she might be... judged, perhaps? Her body language spoke volumes-- her mind was moving far faster than the words stepping carefully from her lips. The girl wasn't at ease-- not entirely, at least. Perhaps she would never be-- there were many who weren't, but Kiku hoped that perhaps she was easing the concerns Sauda might hold.
This was one of her gifts-- observation. In a simple conversation, so many tiny details escaped the majority of people's perceptions, details which could speak the multitude of thoughts kept locked away inside, which could mean the difference between interpretation and static translation. "It usually isn't anyone's fault if someone doesn't know others-- the opportunity to get to know such others well simply hasn't presented itself," Kiku smiled. "Though I suppose Mothers will always worry about such matters-- they do try to want what they believe to be best for their children."
Tsunake Oh, entirely worried. She didn't want to make a bad impression on this girl, not when she was the first child her age that Sauda had actually spoken too. She obviously wasn't shy about speaking, but when it came to making a potential friend, she had no idea how to. Everyone always said 'be yourself'. Well, that would work if she felt more comfortable--maybe.
Sauda obviously had no idea that she was a subject for this vast gift of observation, and it was probably better that way. Though, it would have interested her greatly if she knew that Kiku was pretty much nailing everything about her straight on the head. "Mm...I should tell her that." She smiled faintly. "I guess so. It can't be helped really; even when we grow up, we're still going to be their little babies." How often had she heard that particular line... draconianraven "But of course," Kiku smiled. "Parents will always be parents-- there isn't really a way to become their peer, even when one reaches adulthood. They have their ideas as each person does. Perhaps it's better that way-- each person has their own perspective to teach, and thus everyone can learn and form a stronger perspective.
"Everyone's personality and personal view of the world comes from a variety of factors-- ah, but I'm talking too much," Kiku shook her head, her hair clips glinting in the sun, "forgive me."
Tsunake "And if they do become a friend, they can't ever really turn back into a parent." Sauda mused, knowing perfectly well that one didn't respect a parent as much as they did a peer. "That's true...when perspectives are taught, new ones are formed, so on and so forth..." This was fun; she couldn't ever really have a conversation like this with her Mom or her annoying brother.
She blinked for a moment, then smiled quickly, shaking her head. "Oh no, please don't stop. You're very observant; I like hearing about this." It was true. Sauda hadn't really ever thought about things like this, but the more Kiku discussed it, the more she realized her own, personal views. "What factors? Like...what sort of environment they were raised in and stuff?" draconianraven Well, while it was rude to monopolize a discussion, if one happened to be invited to do so, there wasn't really a problem, was there? "Well, the general belief is that everyone is born with a base personality, and that after that, the personality is formed by the environment they live in, which consists of a multitude of factors. Parents, peers, siblings, relatives, home, influences from media, events, and all sorts of things-- not necessarily mimicing the behavior they're presented with, but forming reactions to such behaviors, beliefs, and so forth.
"The reason the base personality is so important is that it defines our first reactions to the world-- for example, one person may react adversely towards, say, a certain sound, while another may find it not troubling in the least. In the future, the first might avoid such sounds, even developing a bias against them, while the other would not," Kiku explained, her mind racing through everything she knew of the subject and editing out that which seemed odd for a first conversation.
Tsunake Ahh, but Sauda was offering her imput as well. Kiku wasn't just droning on and on about something that was boring--the green haired lass was actually enjoying this discussion. Kiku was really smart--she knew a lot of things that most kids wouldn't even understand. "A base personality, huh..." Well, that was true enough. "I wonder if it's the same with animals too...if you beat a dog, it'll turn mean--just like its owner." Animals and people weren't so different from each other, in her opinion.
"Hm..." That made sense to her. "Like..." She hesitated for a moment, then decided to continue. "If someone attempted to make friends, but was shot down, then they might just decide to avoid people all together. Or at least be uncomfortable around them, right?" Yes, one of her own, dark little fears. She hadn't necessarily been trying to make friends with those boys, but the encounter had certainly left an ugly scar. draconianraven Nodding slightly, Kiku considered this. Was that what had happened to make Sauda so hesitant? That would follow. "Even if someone wasn't even trying to make friends, but simply coming across them, if they had a bad experience with people, they might begin to feel like meeting others or making friends simply... isn't a good idea because it won't necessarily work out. It could lead to lower self-esteem and a loss of self-confidence, even though it's not something that they were responsible for. That's why people need to be careful with how they act towards others, both human and animal-- you never know what another might take from it."
Tsunake More or less, anyway. Sauda hadn't done anything to provoke those boys--not that she knew of. And unfortunately, it had made her wary of new people in general, men in particular. However, she was still a child, able to trust and hesitantly attempt to bond with those around her. Kiku was the second person who she had spoken too--though the first if one just based it on age group. Since this meeting was going well, the girl would try again elsewhere. Bad encounters could be erased so long as they were not repeated. "I'd never thought about that before, but you're right..." Everything she did could have a positive or negative influence on people--and as Kiku had said, ultimately help shape their personality later in life. Not everyone was mean anyway; Diago and Kiku weren't...She'd just have to try again, and perhaps be more mindful of her actions.
"How do you know this sort of stuff?" The girl questioned, wondering why now it seemed so simple. She wouldn't have thought of it before--but when Kiku said it outloud, it just made sense. draconianraven "Well... I watch people. I see their tendencies, consider their reactions-- each a chain of events is just that, a chain, which can be traced back link by link. After keeping an eye out for a long period of time, I came to realize that everything was connected, and if I simply paid more attention than the casual observer, I would learn more about how things came together."
Of course, there was more to it than that. She'd worked for a long time to train herself to notice details that people wouldn't normally pay attention to. It had taken a great amount of effort, but it had been well worth it...
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