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 Posted: Sat Jan 21, 2006 9:11 am
Quote: Choosing the Gift...Jerod studied the jar he'd received a little earlier on in the week, and pondered. According to the owner of the shop, he was supposed to choose something to put into it - and that didn't mean flowers, even though it would have made a nice vase. No - it had to be something of meaning. Something that he treasured. But really, the only thing Jerod treasured was his job. His patients and his practice. His talent. His career choice. He'd always wanted to be a doctor, ever since he was young, and now that it had finally come to pass, he wouldn't rather be doing anything else. He was content and happy the way he was, doing the things he did. But he had to find something to reflect that... There were medical charts... but he'd have to fold or burn those, and caution had taught him that one doesn't start a fire in one's house. There were his notes - but once again, too big.... But then it hit him. His stethoscope. It was a mark of what he did - he specialized in chest medicine, the heart and the lungs. It was his tool of the trade, and the mark of his profession. He never went anywhere without at least one on hand, and he had plenty of spares. But each and every one of his stethoscopes meant the world to him. So which one was he to put into that jar to act as the Gift... He went through his collection, recalling the memories attached to each instrument as he took them out of their cases, and lay them before him. His eyes fell upon his black, cardiology stethoscope, and he recalled recieving it. It had been his first one, and he had been about ten. It was a real cardiology stethoscope, dual-tubed, dual-headed. It had been his pride and joy for years. It seemed the perfect gift. He rose, and took the stethoscope in hand, walking over to the empty jar. Well... he didn't exactly know what to DO with the gift, so he just held it over the jar for a moment, and said his fond fairwells to his years in medschool with a smile, before dropping the stethoscope into the large jar, and waiting - watching.
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Posted: Sun Jan 22, 2006 1:56 pm
Dear Journal,
I have offered up a Gift to the jar - my old stethoscope. It's the one I started medschool with - the one given to me when I was simply ten years old. I remember I loved that thing so much - but now it has served as an offering. I hope it will be a satisfactory one. I'd hate to screw this up, and let an oppurtunity to study this phenomena go untested. Of course, if it be a child that emerges, as the shopowner said, then I shall care for it to the best of my ability. This is going to be quite an interesting discovery on my part, I do believe - I have set the jar in the kitchen on the counter, where I can keep an eye on it. I've had my brother comment that it looks very nice on the black marble. He's always had an eye for those sorts of things.
- Jerod
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Posted: Mon Jan 23, 2006 11:50 am
Dear Journal,
It's been another long and hard day at the office - I'm on the verge of a mental breakdown - but hey, isn't that just a doctor's life? Had three patients come in that were complaining of asthma, but didn't have the wherewithall to go to an allergist. I'm a specialist in heart and lungs, not antihistimine. But anyway - Not that I dislike the job. I love it. I wouldn't rather be doing ANYTHING else, especially with the people I've been able to help over the years. My brother being one of them. Speaking of which, he's decided to take me up on that offer to move into the vacant bedroom in the house. So I'll have him to take care of as well (though he insists he can take care of himself). I've kept glancing at the stethoscope in the jar - I arranged it a bit - I think it looks quite fetching sitting on the black there. But then again, that's just me. I have work to do tonight - not work I'm looking forward to, but work nonetheless. Paperwork has never been my forte. Anyway... off I go to fill out forms, and try to please a**l bosses with only one fixation in their beady little eyes.
- Jerod
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Posted: Tue Jan 24, 2006 5:42 am
Dear Journal,
I am so glad not to have to go into work today! Not only do I feel a little under the weather, I really didn't want to have to deal with any more idiots than I already have to. It's a shame the way some people can't even read the signs right in front of their noses. My brother's off again, doing only gods know what, but I'm sure he'll be back tonight by the time dinner's ready. He's like a cat that way. I suppose that's why our parents named him Cheetah. Jerod and Cheetah.... My mom certainly had a thing for odd names. At any rate, Cheetah will be back in time for me to make whatever I'm making for us to eat tonight. Then, I'm probably going to sit him down and explain to him the importance of WRITING NOTES. Sheesh. You'd think the boy would at least learn to tell me where he's going.
Anyway.
I've rearranged the house some, but I coudn't bring myself to move that jar. I think it looks great right where it is, personally. And I know I've repeated this to death, but I really DO think that the black marble makes a nice contrast. All things considered, it adds more atmosphere to the house. Sometimes, it seems like it's watching me... I know, crazy-talk right? Heh. Well, back to paperwork for me, and then I'm sitting down with my newest horror novel. It's looking like it's going to be a nice, restful, peaceful day.
- Jerod
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Posted: Wed Jan 25, 2006 8:08 am
~ Where Do You Think You're Going With That Jar! ~
Jerod was browsing the pages of the latest horror book he'd picked up at the store. He was completely and totally unaware of his surroundings, or so Cheetah thought. As the redhead peacefully perused his story, the younger blonde snickered quietly to himself, and sat against the wall on the stairwell. It wasn't the first time he'd used his special talents for no good reason, and it certainly wouldn't be the last. Concentrating, he inched his mind over to that lovely jar on the kitchen counter. Still had his brother's stethoscope in it. But the jar itself was what he was after at the moment. Carefully, he used his talents to lift the jar off the marble, and start "carrying" it towards his current location with the power of his mind.
Now, Jerod may have SEEMED dead to his surroundings, but he was actually quite aware of them - and something seemed more than a tad off when the jar he'd purchased came floating across the living room as if suspended on a wire. It didn't take a genious to figure out the cause for this.
"CHEETAH! LEAVE THE JAR ALONE!"
The jar automatically began to backtrack, and set itself gently on the marble in the kitchen again, accompanied by much grumbling from the stairwell. Jerod watched for a moment longer, and then went back to his reading.
Cheetah had to try another technique... He climbed off the stairs, and snuck into the kitchen, going around the long way so he wouldn't be seen by Jerod. His eyes darted to and fro, then he ran forward and snatched up the jar, making a dash for the door.
"And just where do you think you're going with that jar, Chee?"
The boy swore, and went to put the jar back on the counter, biting his lip in thought. How was he going to get that jar to himself? HE wanted to put something in it. It was then that he noticed something. He'd chipped the lip of the jar. His eyes went wide as saucepans, and he looked around wildly for something to cover his mistake with. He settled on the towel hanging on the rod near the sink, and yanked it off, draping it over the jar, his heart hammering. This was NOT good. What if Jerod saw the chip?! What would he DO to him!? He chanced a look into the living room, finding Jerod still reading. He needed to get him out of the house so he could repair the jar - or the jar out of the house... He stepped into the living room.
"HIYA brother! Nice day, isn't it? Saaay, why don't you go get us some milk? We're out again."
Without looking up, Jerod replied to him.
"Chee, I was just in there this morning, and there's two half-gallon jugs left. Just tell me what you did."
Cheetah blinked, and put on a smile of perfect innocence.
"Me? Do anything? I didn't do a THING to the jar. Err... I mean... to the jar or anything else in the kitchen. Since.. yanno... I was just there."
Jerod lifted his eyes from the book, and sighed. He dismissed it.
"Whatever it was, don't do it again."
Cheetah smiled, and nodded, backing into the kitchen. What the heck was he going to do?! He had to get the jar into the shop out back to attempt to fix the thing... So he did what he was good at, snuck the jar out the back, and into the shed where all his tools were.
He set it on the bench, and went about trying to melt the glass, and fuse it back together - only suceeding in cutting himself up. Blood dripped over the glass, and into the bottom of it. It wasn't a deep cut, but it bled a LOT. Great - how was he going to hide THIS?...
He managed to sneak the jar back into the kitchen, still chipped, and now smeared with blood, with said liquid collected at the bottom. Oy vey. Plan B - RUN. So Cheetah did, taking out the door without even bothering to grab his coat.
Jerod blinked, and got up, going to check on the vase. What he saw...
[Picture]
"CHEETAH!"
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Posted: Thu Jan 26, 2006 5:45 am
Dear Journal,
I can't leave that boy alone for one measley second, can I? Cheetah has self-control, this I know for certain, but he doesn't appear to be excercising any. The jar, thank gods, is safe. I will NOT have another accident like that again - not on my watch. In other news, I keep having the strangest feeling of foreboding and compelling mixed in one. It's telling me to go to the old gravesite in which my grandparents tombs are erected. No body inside, as they both were cremated, but the memories and the fear are still there. WHY I'm being drawn there, I have no idea, but I can't keep ignoring it for very long - Even if I DO have to leave the jar alone with Cheetah.
- Jerod
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Posted: Fri Jan 27, 2006 10:30 pm
Dear Journal,
The jar started glowing! GLOWING! As in, emitting light! Well, given, it's red light mixed witih white - but it seems a little odd... Along with the stethoscope I put into the jar, Cheetah added some blood of his own - completely on accident, while trying to repair the crack he'd made in the jar. Seems like it's had something of an effect. Whether positive or negative is yet to be seen. It certainly is an interesting development, though. I swear Cheetah's more excited about it than I am - or upset. I can never tell which with that boy. Brandon called - he's coming over next weekend. I can't wait. Being, of course, completely facetious. I don't like him, and I probably never will. The only thing we have in common is our love for Cheetah and medicine. Nonetheless - I will be a good host. I've received a reddish goat-hoof as well, which I keep in a small basket around my neck that Chee made for me. He seems to think the hoof will become something. It may or it may not - but I will humor him for now. It is quite pretty... Just like the jar.
- Jerod
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Posted: Sun Jan 29, 2006 9:02 am
~ Nightlight ~
It had been about a week and a half since Dr. Jerod Rodin had recieved the jar. It was now a glowing jar, and had been offered his old stethoscope - and some of his brother Cheetah's blood. Both of which were having an effect, and it was... quite odd, the way the glow was behaving, but it didn't seem to be bringing any harm at all, so Jer was going to see what became of this new development.
He'd also recieved a reddish goat-hoof in the last week, and had taken responsibility of one of the patients at Peaceful Pines - where he worked. The boy had coome from a horrid place, and was very people-shy. Usually, it was considered a very bad idea to bring the patients home - but Jer had a bleeding heart for these types of people - and the boy, it seemed, would only listen to HIM, not the other doctors. So he had a new house-guest for a while.
The boy hadn't been sleeping very well though. He had his own room - Cheetah's, since the boy slept in the living room anyway - A soft bed, warm blankets - but still he woke from nightmares on a nearly nightly basis. It was starting to effect the boy's health. The cat-boy didn't have too healthy a body [who would after being stuck in the place he'd been stuck in], and his mind was already pretty fragile. Not being able to sleep at night had put pressure on his already frail nerves, and caused him to jump at every little thing. Which also didn't sit too well with his having a weak heart. Jerod had been trying to put a stop to the night-terrors for a while now, but nothing seemed to work. Some of his collegues had suggested a nightlight. Young children often had them in their rooms to chase away the fear of the dark.
Jerod was a tad skeptical. Nonetheless, he tried to scour the house for anything to be used as a nightlight. All he managed to come up with was the jar. It was the only thing that glowed in the entire house. Until he actually had the time to go out and purchase a nightlight - it would have to do.
He set the jar on a shelf in the boy's room, securing it to make sure it wouldn't fall. He then gave the child his daily checkup, and patted him on the head before leaving to retire to his own room, ruffling Cheetah's hair on the way.
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In the room, 20 watched the pulsing light, green eyes wide and fearful. The fear soon gave away to calm, but he didn't feel like he could close his eyes just yet. He started talking to the jar - sure it could hear him.
"You're my light, you know, little thing."
He purred out.
"I really like you glowing for me - it makes me feel safe."
The glow of the jar seemed to brighten for a few "beats", then died back down into its former luminence.
"Dr. Rodin brought me here to help me get better. He's your daddy, isn't he?"
Another soft brightening of the glow - the beat sped up a little before calming.
"Yeah - I know. He's a pretty cool person.. and he's gentle. Which is more than I can say for the other doctors that I've known. He really does want to help me - he's not just pretending."
He smiled, and sat up, turning to look at the jar - it was behind him. He leaned up, and reached a gray hand up to touch the jar - it was warm. Comforting.
"Yeah - you too. You like him too. I wish I could stay here... everyone's so nice to me and... well.. he took the time to give me a nightlight. You."
He smiled, and sunk back down to the bed, curling up, and sighing in contentment.
"If I were ever to stay here... yanno... permanently... I think I'd love to have you as a brother..."
He murmured sleepily.
"Goodnight, little thing... I'll see you in the morning. Don't worry. Don't be afraid. I'm here. Wake me if you need me."
He grinned up at the jar, and closed his eyes, soon fast asleep.
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Posted: Thu Feb 09, 2006 8:42 am
Dear Journal,
The jar broke! And just like that, I now have three children! 20, Romeo and Tybalt. The classics seemed such a wise naming choice. I don't know what I would do without the two now. 20's gotten worse, health-wise, and I was forced to set up an interim hospital room for him in the house. I've been checking his heart and lungs for a bit now - and honestly, Romeo seems just as interested in that activity as I am. At any rate - they are certainly unusual children - in such that Romeo has cheetah spots, and Tybalt rather reminds me of a black cat... We shall see.
- Jerod
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Posted: Tue Feb 28, 2006 7:02 pm
Dear Journal,
My little babies got thier checkups this week. Apparently, they're both extremely healthy, though I do need to monitor Romeo's diet a bit. Romeo's mental acuity seems to go for the sciences, while Tybalt excels at things which he can manipulate, sports, and physical activities such as dance. I wonder, if he could ever be a dancer? He's got the body for it...
- Jerod
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Posted: Wed Mar 29, 2006 8:45 am
Dear Journal,
I don't know where R and T got off to a couple of days ago, but all of a sudden - in the middle of my frantic searching - they appeared out of nowhere. Tybalt looked like he was one big emotional wreck, and Romeo was angry beyond all reasonanble measure. What exactly happened to them, I'm not sure, but I DO know that Romeo has started talking more than ever. And one word keeps coming up in his "conversations" with his brother. Aurion. Who is Aurion?
- Jerod
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Posted: Sun May 07, 2006 4:00 am
Dear Journal,
It seems Tyb and Ro have grown quite restless. I'm taking them up into the woods for a few days - but I can't stay, unfortunately. I have a work-meeting to attend, so I'll be leaving [shudder] Cheetah in charge of them. I hope they don't hurt him - and vice versa, but I think Cheetah's quite taken with the both of them, so I have confidence that he won't harm them. Them harming HIM, however... that's what I'm worried about...
- Jerod
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