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 Posted: Thu Apr 13, 2006 9:43 pm
-- Meeting Grounds --
Entry FormatChronicle [C]Summary
A mysterious e-mail leads to an alleyway, and some hostility arises.OOC Notes
First part of 3. And first post of Journal.|04/14/06| From the windowsill of an opened window, slits of shredded paper flew out. They came from the callused hands of a novelist, Piers Vaelic.
"Can't believe I found that again, I thought I'd burned those back in '86... either way." The voice was slightly thick, possibly because it had been early in the morn, but otherwise it was a pleasant story telling voice.
The callused hands reached over to the radio, flipping on a random jazz channel that had sparked his inspiration the night before as he flipped the kettle on. He'd become accustomed to his morning tea that woke him up. Squinting, he picked up the lithe, black framed glasses and perched them on his nose, tucking back the black strands of hair as he sat down on a counter chair.
A ping came from his laptop as the screen flickered on, suggesting a random 7 messages of mail in his inbox. 6 of which were more random junk, but one piqued his interest.
Dear Mr. Vaelic,
There are some matters that need discussion, but it would be hazardous to send them to you through the use of the internet. 12 PM sharp at the nearest alleyway from your apartment window is where we will be. We be looking forward to see you prompt and alone.
- 067
"...uh huh." Was the response received from the letter, but as soon as he clicked the delete button a letter from the same address appeared. 067@dCORP.com had decided to take a likeness over Piers's mailbox.
Dear Mr. Vaelic,
In the case that the previous message was deleted, this message has come up as a backup. We hope you understand what importance our meeting is.
- 067
Raising an eyebrow Piers heard the whistling from the kettle that broke his concentration. The clock had read 10:46.
"Joyous of joys, not only do I get to eat a late breakfast, but I get to be abducted from 067." He muttered under his breath, preparing the tea bag in the mug he had laid aside already.
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About an hour and half after 10:46, Piers was basically late for his meeting in the alleyway. Then again, he did think nothing of it. He was used to getting random letters such as these when he was younger and usually was able to pry himself out of any trouble he could possible get himself into.
He picked up his perched trench-coat from the rack and slipped it on over his turtleneck and pants, regardless if it wasn't winter anymore, he eyesight was too fuzzy to really coordinate with the seasons. Locking his apartment, he swallowed thickly while walking to the appointed alleyway. To be on the safe side, he had also printed both messages in case of any confirmation needed.
To his advantage, there was no one in the alley and there for being late shouldn't have an effect.
"It's a shame that you weren't prompt, Mr. Vaelic."
A rather raspy voice came from beside him as he turned Piers turned towards it. "You caught me at a bad time."
"Regardless, there is some issues that need to be discussed."
"It's pretty stereotypical to pick the 'dark, spooky alley'."
The man shook his head. "It was out of convenience to the both of us."
"I see."
"Though I would like to get to the point. As we have found out, you were a journalist back in the late '80s and early '90s. We also know that you wrote some very illegal documents that were published in certain newspapers that would accept them."
Piers raised an eyebrow. "Before you accuse me of such treason-like activit-"
"Are you denying that you did?"
The novelist was silent for a moment and did not answer after the question.
"It will only make this more difficult if you deny that you did, we have the evidence right here." The man pulled out a few yellowed newspaper articles from a shadowed briefcase.
"What do you want? Or rather the 'we' you keep referring to." Piers asked, a slight growl in his tone.
"We would like you to join in a research that is taking place. If you help us, we shall keep your little treason activities stored away without record."
"Yeah, I'm sure you will, you can find it, why can't you hide it?"
The man blinked several times. "I do not wish for this to be a hostile meeting, Mr. Vaelic, rather an opportunity and your single lifestyle. Am I correct to state that you haven't had a relationship in the past 5 years?"
Piers began to growl under his breath again. "...goodbye." His fingers tensed into a fist as he continued walking away, obviously offended by the labtech's words.
A few strides and Piers had already made it into the apartment complex, and another few minutes for the key to twist into the lock. Frustrated, he threw his coat back onto the rack and nestled back into the seat at his desk. Oddly enough, the messages stopped coming, Piers couldn't help but grin, slightly satisfied at the accomplishment.
"Guess they're as harmless as I thought." He murmured, and moved to make himself a cup of tea for a reward.
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Posted: Fri Apr 14, 2006 6:34 pm
-- Meeting Grounds -- Part 2
Entry FormatChronicle [C]Summary
If only his main problem was avoiding the lemon bars...OOC Notes
Second part of 3.|04/23/06| Monday morning was the worst day of the week for Piers. If only because it was the next part of his novel was due to his publisher and his car was under repairs after a freak accident with an old woman. Thus, the portion of the novel would have to be delivered by hand to the annoying female that screeched, or Mrs. Harps, the editor.
9 o'clock and the alarm clock began to hone into Piers's ear. A few short curses were said and a wake on the snooze button let the man sleep for only a minute more. If his personality didn't dictate him grumpy normally, people would assume that Piers was having an off day. Especially after the poor alarm clock was whacked to the floor and began beeping incessantly.
"...electronics love to spite the hell out of me." He sighed; knowing the battle this early in the morning was not going to be won and threw off the thin sheets of the bed. Shortly after a stub on his big toe, he reached the bathroom, splashing water on his face and groping around for the towel which had, oddly enough, landed on the floor. He glanced around the floor while he was there and spotted that he had actually lain out some clean clothes. "Ooh. Lucky lucky."
He grinned, slipping into the shower quickly and drying off himself in less than 5 minutes when he noticed how late it was. A rush was then made with his clothes, brushing his teeth and re-braiding his hair. Lucky for him his eyesight was not borderline blinding for him to do all of his morning chores and then grab his glasses.
Next it was time to scrounge up the papers lying around the house that held his novel. Easier to do than wake up, that was for sure. Rolling his eyes at the clock, his toed his shoes on while grabbing his trenchcoat and rushing out the door, not bothering with the lock.
The streets of Durem were slightly more bustling than usual Monday morning. For the mere fact it was the first day of the week or some other odd crazy event on the Gaia calendar didn't matter to Piers as much as the task on hand.
"Find Female, deliver part 7, leave. Do not get distracted by the lemon bars."
It was quite a story in itself the lemon bars. Mrs. Harps would always distract Piers into staying a few more hours than necessary because of the scrumptious deserts. He'd glanced around the streets a couple of times before crossing, if only by habit and found it rather strange that at one point, no cars were coming from either direction of the street.
Shrugging it off, Piers continued with his walk into the next development of apartments before his ears perked back slightly at the sound of a car swerving. He turned back only to widen his eyes as the people inside had tugged him inside in less than a few minutes.
There he was lodged in between two of the unidentified men.
"Look, I already told you I didn't do anything to the ice-cream store, vanilla was out at Durem so I popped into Barton!" He growled slightly to the shadowed man in front of him, gritting his teeth.
"Oh we know that wasn't you Mr. Vaelic, we're just trying to make sure you cooperate with us without drawing a large audience."
Piers blinked. Hold on, that voice was scarily familiar. "You're..."
"Yes Mr. Vaelic, 067. Me and these lovely workers at our facility will be taking you to the headquarters in due time. Why don't you make yourself comfortable on the way there, hmm?"
The novelist groaned, as he slinked down into his seat, but not about being abducted, oh no. At the fact that Mrs. Harps would leave about 40 messages with her screeching voice on the answering machine. He sighed, rubbing his forehead. This was going to be an exceptionally long Monday.
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Posted: Thu Jun 08, 2006 12:53 am
[ Message temporarily off-line ]
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Posted: Wed Jun 14, 2006 9:53 pm
-- Piers's Journal -- 1st Entry
Entry FormatGuardian Journal Entry [GJE]Summary
A little insight from the baffled new guardianOOC Notes
1st Journal entry from Piers~|06/15/06| A sudden light flickered at the desk of the writer's apartment. The buzzing from the laptop's automatic cooling fan initiated as Piers settled in to the cushioned chair. A familiar Windows jingle greeted him as he opened up a word document and began writing.
Joural Log 1 -- Celyn
I figure since the whole 'corporation' is on my case that I should indeed log some of my new... child's occurances. Yes, a child. It's a bizzare thing to say, coming from me. You'd of thought that I'd be insane to adopt, but technically I was blackmailed... I suppose.
The child's name is Celyn. I'm not sure why the name came to mind so quickly and easily... I think it was the name of one of my earlier characters that never really was written into a fundamental storyline. For all purposes, he is now my child and not a character and the DNA running through his veins is that of a Dormouse.
I'm assuming that most of the 'Corp's plans are underwraps, as they were pretty vauge for the quick summary they gave me. But I am supposed to report back every once inawhile for check-ups and the like. I guess I'm a real father now. Slightly intimidating, but I'm sure I'll get through this.
The child's asleep now. Hopefully they sleep through the night. Is it beginning to show that my father training begins now?
All the more adventure, I suppose.
- Piers
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Posted: Wed Jun 21, 2006 9:39 am
-- Letters --
Entry FormatChronicle [C]Summary
English Muffins, markers and alphabet sheets, what could come of that combination?OOC Notes
The alphabet post. |06/21/06| It was mid afternoon as Piers began to shift through his closet for a clean outfit. He'd slept in rather late, but of course it was Saturday and he wasn't about to be woken up to the sound of his child early.
That's right, he had a kid now. The feeling was rather strange. He didn't even notice the young mouse-like being poking his head from the side of the doorway. Piers yawned, grabbing his glasses as he turned to make his daily tea, before the toddler's wide almond eyes glanced up at him.
"What's wrong?" Piers asked, walking past the toddler and into the little nook he called the kitchen as the mouse swayed his tail wandering after him.
A thin eyebrow rose in question as he turned around to the mouse. "You can't talk?" He prodded onward, only getting the same pair of almond eyes looking up into his.
He sighed inwardly, and hefted the toddler up onto the counter and opened the fridge before a low grumbling came from the sitting being. Piers stifled a chuckle at that moment. "Ah, you're hungry."
"Hungee." Celyn promptly repeated as his nimble, pudgy little fingers clenched at this stomach.
"Hm. So you do talk." Piers murmured slightly to himself as he found some bread in the refrigerator and tore off the wheat-crust, handing the brown slice to the toddler. "Here you are."
Celyn's whiskers flickered slightly while his small nose sniffed at the whole-grain bread. He snatched it quickly and nibbled cutely before Piers took the bread right back. "Now, I have to teach you some manners. Say please when I give something to you."
The mouse toddler blinked as the food was taken right from him and furrowed his eyebrows. "Pease."
"That's better." He handed the bread back softly as Celyn took it back cautiously. A small happy noise erupted from him as he teethed on the bread while chewing and swallowing contently. His tail flicked back and forth as he fidgeted on the counter.
By the time Piers had distracted the small mouse into eating his brunch of sorts, the writer had managed to make his daily tea and quickly stick an English muffin into the toaster while awaiting it to pop.
The mouse was faster though and he became jittery from within the seat on the counter. Eyeing the toddler, Piers scooped him up and set him up on the table. "Stay there for one second..." He said, rushing off before Celyn could figure out where to dart his wide eyes.
The author rummaged through the folder he was given from the 'corporation' and snagged the alphabet sheets. "Letters?" His brow rose before a crash had reminded him to get back to the toddler, he dug further for some of his old crayons and markers.
Piers had come back to Celyn sniffing around the kitchen cautiously. Thankfully he'd only knocked down the plastic cups on the edge of the counter that had him rather spooked. He hefted the mouse carefully back into the seat and placed the first of the alphabet sheets in front of him with the markers and crayons. "We're going to color now." He declared as the mouse's eyes looked back to his guardian.
"Culor?" Celyn tried to repeat as he glanced at the sheets. Piers nodded, looking at the first letter before pointing. "This is A. It's for an alligator." He spoke softly, tracing the outline of the animal while handing him colors. "The color of an alligator is usually green. So, here look, this is green." He held up the green marker to Celyn.
The mouse stood, grasping the information amazed. "A! ahllgator! Geeen!" He repeated excited as Piers uncapped the green marker and took Celyn's hand within his own and began to fill in the white spaces. "See? Just like this. Now only color here." He pointed to the A and alligator with a smile.
Celyn's whiskers flickered excitedly while looking at the letter soon beginning to fill in the white space with the marker. Piers then decided this was the time to finish making his breakfast. In which he took the crisp English muffin and buttered it as Celyn waved the brightly colored paper in the air.
"ook, ook!" He giggled, as Piers looked over. "Oh that's very good Celyn." He gave the boy a hint of a smile before the mouse looked up to him.
"Selin?" Celyn blinked as he pronounced his name phonetically back to Piers.
"That's your name, you're Celyn and you can call me dad, or Piers."
Celyn tilted his head before nodded. "Ears, ears!"
The author blinked. It didn't occur to him that ears would be a phonetic way of calling out his name. "Um, with a P, Puh-ears."
He sounded the letters out for Celyn as the mouse tried again.
"Puhears!" He smiled and continued coloring.
"Oh, hold on now! I still have to teach you the rest, now the next letter is B for black dragon..."
Celyn smiled, excited to learn the next 24 letters. He continued listening to his guardian and eventually by lunch the mouse had accomplished the basic understanding of his alphabet. Piers smiled softly at that fact and ruffled the boy's hair. He supposed that his fatherly instincts were winning over the grumpy old man image he'd put up for such a long time. But who'd of thought a mouse could wriggle his way into the author's heart so quickly? It was cute, all things considered. With a soft laugh Piers continued teaching the boy that day and Celyn was excited to learn just everything Puhears was going to teach him.
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Posted: Wed Jun 21, 2006 10:00 am
-- Numbers --
Entry FormatChronicle [C]Summary
Middle of the night teaching?OOC Notes
The number post. |06/21/06| Coming Soon
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Posted: Mon Aug 04, 2008 9:32 pm
An Unexpected Call
It seems D-Corp has contacted you and told you to bring your child in for a check up immediately. Very little information was given to you over the phone other than the fact that it was critical that they be brought in as soon as possible.
Once at D-Corp you are directed to Dr. Acklin's office. He's running about writing things down and clicking away at some keyboards. Once he notices you he seats you and your child down immediately to take a blood sample.
The sample is run right away in the back of the office the doctors face in the computer screen the whole while. After almost an hour of being told to wait patiently the test results are finally done and you are told you are free to leave. No information is given as to why you were so urgently called in however you were assured that your child is perfectly healthy and that there is no reason for alarm.
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