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 Posted: Sun Jan 23, 2011 8:58 pm
~Journal Entry 1~ "Kana! Get your six-limbed little butt off of that shelf and park it on the floor right now, missy!" Paulette barked at the redheaded toddler that was trying to climb her way up to the ceiling, and only received a mischievous grin and a poked-out tongue for her effort. This was probably the third time today that the spider-child had decided to use the inside of the bakery as a jungle gym, and quite frankly Paulie was beginning to get tired of it. With a frown on her face, she grabbed a stepladder and climbed up to where Kana was in reach, and tugged her free of the shelfwork with more patience than she had ever thought she had - it wasn't easy prying four hands and two feet free of the thing they were gripping so tightly to! Eventually, with a series of shrieks and giggles, Kana was pulled down from the shelves and Paulie carried her upstairs. "Look, kiddo, you can't keep climbing things. Those shelves could fall and you would get hurt," she reprimanded gently, only to be ignored and feel a sting on her shoulder where the little brat had just bitten down. Paulie sighed. "And what did I tell you about 'tasting people?!?" A tiny, grumpy voice answered her for the first time since the rant, in a distinctly less-than-pleased tone. "Not t' do it," Kana said, then whacked at her parent with one fist in a fussy gesture. "But Mommy, ever'one smells so TASTY an' yummy an' I just wanna little taste, I'm not gonna eat 'em all up!" Paulie shook her head and sighed, not bothering to answer the toddler's argument - this had already happened many times before, and it was completely futile. Instead, Paulie just carried Kana into her room and dropped her lightly on the bed. "Yes, yes I know. But you're still not allowed to, so stay in here for a while and try to behave, okay?" She didn't say 'take a nap', because that would make the contrary hellspawn (quite literally in this case) decide to do the exact opposite - by not suggesting it, Kana would fall asleep within the next ten minutes or so. With a greatly aggrieved sigh, the baker stepped out of the toddler's orange-painted room and went back to her own room, where she took out a notebook she'd started keeping just to keep track of the incidents that Kana kept getting involved in. Paulie Just a few weeks ago, if you'd asked me whether I planned on (or wanted to, for that matter) be a parent, the answer would have been a sound 'no'. The answer's still no, actually, but unfortunately I am a parent now whether I wanted it or not, and sad to say the little brat's really growing on me.
I can't say why, since she tears everything up, she's always climbing on things and having near-death experiences every five minutes that she doesn't even seem to bat an eye at (and she has sick eyes she could do it with, too!) and my doctor's going to think I'm becoming anemic or something with as often as she's bitten me... but I still... well, okay, I probably wouldn't give her back if that facility that dropped her off here wanted to take her away again.
... Okay, fine, I might give her back but then I'd end up regretting it and fetch her back home again anyway. I don't get why; I'm not parent material, anyone who knows me can say that. I like to party too much, I'm horrible with kids - the little monsters think that because I own a bakery they can run wild and eat all the cookies they want, and then their parents complain to me about their brats looking like overfed pigs; what's good about that?!? - but... I don't know.
When she was dropped off, I didn't really get much choice in the matter. One minute I was having a peaceful morning, the next minute I'm holding onto a file while a maniacal devil of a child is running around my bakery; and at that point I didn't even know how literal that was! Sure, Kana's supposed to be half angel, but... I don't see it, except maybe when she's asleep.
Nah, not even then. She looks like she's plotting something in her dreams.
She probably is. If they had given me a choice about returning her back then, I would have in a heartbeat. I didn't want a kid, I don't want a kid, and let's repeat this again to make sure you've figured it out - I am not parent material. Kids are brats and hellspawn and I'd be perfectly happy if they stayed well away from myself and my bakery for the rest of eternity.
But I suppose, just this once, I can make an exception.
At least Kana knows she's a little hellbeast on legs, and doesn't try and scam me into thinking she's otherwise. So she gets points for that, at least.
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Posted: Sun Jan 23, 2011 8:59 pm
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Posted: Sun Jan 23, 2011 9:00 pm
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Posted: Wed Mar 09, 2011 3:19 pm
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Posted: Thu Mar 10, 2011 8:30 pm
~Journal Entry 2: ABCs and 123s~ It was a rainy afternoon on one of the rare days that the bakery was closed, and Paulette Branning was just about to lose her mind. Her hellspawn – er, darling little angel, that is – Kana, was driving her up the wall, wanting to go outside and play, to go meet people, to do something other than sit around in the bakery and play quietly like her parent wished she would do, just once, just this one time in her short life. ”But Mommy, ‘s more interestin’ outside!” Kana proclaimed when Paulie suggested she play with her toys in her room for a little bit. ”’Sides, there’s nothin’ t’ do inside!” Her mother was about to go bash her own head against a wall in frustration, because absolutely nothing was making the spider-child settle down – not crayons, not dolls, not paints – and how was she EVER going to get those handprints off of the corner of the ceiling, anyway?!? Was she going to have to remove everything even remotely climbable in order to try and maintain her own sanity? Only her own sheer stubbornness kept the toddler’s guardian from tearing her hair out over the bratty, hyperactive child in her care. Then, at what she was quite sure was her last second of sanity, Paulie had a brainwave. With an all-too-bright and cheery smile, the parent grabbed a plush, colorful children’s book off of the only low-slung bookshelf in the above-shop apartment, and grabbed one of Kana’s hands as the child tried to climb the lampstand in the corner of the room. ”Kana, come here – do you want to learn something new?” she asked, her voice peppered with (fake) enthusiasm, which Kana was too young to catch onto, and the six-eyed little monster squealed in delight – at a pitch which nearly caused her mother to reconsider her decision and instead just run for some painkillers – and nodded happily. ”Uh-huh! Uh-huh, Mommy, I wanna learn, I wanna learn!” False cheer still (though shakily) in place, Paulie led Kana over to the couch, where she sat down and pulled the toddler up with her, opening the book that she held and sticking it on the little girl’s lap. The pages inside were taken up completely by oversized letters, one to a page, witch a cheerful illustration of some item next to the letter; in other words, a completely typical alphabet book. ”Okay, Kana, you need to sit still and try to pay attention, okay?” Paulette said, and Kana looked up from her fascinated perusal of her fingernails with a toothy smile. ”Yes Mommy!” she chirped, and Paulie almost believed her for a moment, so sincere and excited did she sound… Almost. In the end, the effort was really only half-successful. Learning the alphabet was theoretically a simple process of memorization and recognition, but it didn’t take into account the fact that this particular little girl could get completely hung up on just a few of the letters, and two of the numbers from the basic 1-10 set most small children learned. Two hours after sitting down with the toddler and trying to get her to behave and learn what she needed to, and Paulie was in desperate need of the painkillers she had wanted earlier for the tension headache that she now suffered. The woman looked absolutely miserable and in sore need of a nap. In contrast, Kana was in high spirits, running around the apartment and shouting at the top of her lungs her new favorite letters and numbers. ”B is for blood! K is for Kana, T is for Tasty! Kana has SIX eyes and spiders have EIGHT legs! Eight an’ six, six an’ eight, thos’re th’ best numbers ever!” And even as she shouted, she went back to her original goal of trying to climb the lampstand in the sitting room corner. Paulette watched her, rubbed the bridge of her nose, then threw her head back and stared at the ceiling. ”Where’s a nanny when you need one…? Or a tranquilizer?”
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Posted: Sun Mar 13, 2011 6:29 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: Sun Mar 13, 2011 9:53 am
~Growth Letter Reply~ Paulette stared down at the letter in her hands, a smirk twisting her features just slightly. These people wanted to know how the hellspawn brat was doing, did they? Well, she could fill them in! ... Okay, so the brat had been a little more subdued ever since the incident at the park, but it wasn't going to last, right? Kana was an irrepressible little devil child. She'd be bouncing back soon, of that much Paulie was dead certain. 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: Paulette Branning Child's Name: Kana Georgette Branning Sin: Reshmi Virtue: Liberality Gender: Female Current Attitude: Overly-friendly, with no regard for others' personal space... she's developing a little insecurity about her "monstrous" traits, though. Likes: Climbing things, playing with her blood webs, biting people (though that's getting a bit more under control), did I mention CLIMBING THINGS? - IE, just a very, very active little girl. Dislikes: Staying inside, rainy days, people thinking she's a monster. Any abnormal growths: She's just getting bigger - though her runic markings are more visible now due to her clothing change. Current hair style: Still very long and bright red with a touch of cur, but now worn in a high ponytail to try and keep at least some of it out of her face when she's running around. Current clothing preferences: Anything that does not require her to have four holes for sleeves! (IE halter tops for the most part, though she's not allowed to wear any that show her stomach at this age), jean shorts and tennis shoes - pretty much anything slightly sporty and/or very active. She likes to wear orange - for some reason it's her favorite color and she has no sense of/care for fashion. Dominant celestial trait: Reshmi 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? Oh, you really have to ask? I have two words for you people = hellspawn brat. I suppose it could have been worse though... Somehow. Thank you.
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Posted: Fri Jun 10, 2011 11:27 am
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Posted: Sun Jun 19, 2011 3:09 pm
~Parent Worksheet~ 1: What is the name of the parent that you picked to study this time around? Coleth2: What is the Virtue or Vice of the creature? Or was the one your studying a Neutral? Or is it Reshmi who doesn't fall into any of those categories? He's the angel of liberality!3: What made you pick this person? Was it because you were more curious about them? Or was it something else? I thought he looked neat.4: From the photo do you see anything right away that reminds you of you? Answer Yes or No. Yes.5: Name at least one thing you have in common with the one that your studying up on today. We both have bright red hair!6: From the reference material do you find that it sounds as though you have anything in common with this creature that isn't something physical? Answer Yes or No. I'm not sure..? So I guess I'll say no for now, but I hope that could change!7: If you answered yes, what is it you have in common with the one your studying up on today other then physical traits? Well, I said no, so there isn't anything that I can think of...8: What is it that you find the most interesting the one your studying today be it something physical or perhaps a skill that they might have. I like his tattoos; they look like mine!9: If you had one question you could ask of this person what might it be? What happened to your arm?
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Posted: Sat Sep 10, 2011 4:38 pm
~Excerpt from Kana's Memory Book~ Kana Mom kicked me out of the house again today. I'm not really sure she's allowed to do that, but that's okay. I read a book about spiders and spiders don't need anybody! I'll just be like a spider and take care of myself! She gave me some money, if she lets me come back tonight I'll give it back. If not... I wonder how much a hotel room costs?
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