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 Posted: Wed Mar 29, 2006 7:40 pm
"Maheeb! Maheeb, the creature is--!"
The sound of screaming and static rose through the air. Koreshan grinned roughly, pointed canines glinting in the darkness. His crew, naked and dark in their wild glory, crouched beside and around him, spears and other weapons clutched into their strong hangs. Their ears (the males, anyway) laid flat against their skulls as they crept along the short clipped grass that lived inside of the Dome.
Citizens ran in panic, their gray robes flapping against mutatedly perfect limbs, beautiful faces wraught in terror. Smaller citizens, still male and female by definition, were clutching to their parental units robes in their fear.
Those were the ones Korshans crew targeted in on - the younglings. The ones young enough to learn the ways NOT of their assigned roles in society. A faint nod of the leaders head and the brown bodies launched from their hidden positions in the shadows.
Screams emerged from the nuturers, grabbing at their younglings when the renegades did. The children were wrenched from the possesive grasp, clutched to naked frames and carried off into the darkness. Soon they would be swallowed up by the tribes that lived in The Below and turned into actual CREATURES instead of just little soulless pawns of The Society.
"MAHEEB!" A child sobbed out the title of an elder being as he was carried off. Korshan thought little of him, ivory frame jolting over the akward bench in the park, sights zeroed in on the creature before him.
Its name was Maheeb Ga'veen Lilee. It was a major speaker against those in The Below and a supporter in sending people from The Below to the Beyond - to their death. Death was a cold, hard fact that many children were taught to accept, but not think about. They never saw death.
Now it was time.
His spear cut through the air with a shuddering whistle, chipped and sharpened stone edge sliding into the soft flesh of the Maheebs stomach. Green blood blossomed up at the movement, staining the cloth of its robes a deep emerald so harshly colored it was nearly black. Gav'eens eyes widened and the edges turned violet in its pain, mouth falling just slightly ajar.
"Do you remember me, Gav'een?" The only fully grown male of his species was hissing this sentance out, thrusting the spear deeper, twisting it roughly inside of the creatures body. "You cast me out like a peice of surgical waste, cast me out to DIE! And now? Now we're going to cut open this society like the piece of rotton meat it is!"
Korshan shrieked out his rage at the silent, dying creature, withdrawing his spear only to stab at its throat once more with a snarling growl. Screams arose from the terrified creatures around them, pale, cowering bodies drooping down in shock at the green and black blood flowing from one they considered a leader.
Once more movement with his spear was all Korshan was given in this life - the pale heathen was tackled by another of his ilk. A former male, like him, from his Clutch, dived at the attacking being and pinned Korshan to the ground.
"D-D--Korshan!" It still remembered the banished mans name? Korshan struggled with a growl, pushing and clawing at the thing. He excelled at wrestling, gettin rid of weapons and killing his opponents... but this thing was stronger then he was and currently had his knee pressed up against the genetalia most of their kind didn't have after a certian age. "Stop!"
That was the last word Korshan heard before something hard slammed against his temple, knocking him into unconcious.
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Posted: Wed Mar 29, 2006 8:08 pm
"I don't understand it. I really, truly don't! We banished him, sent him to The Below and STILL..."
"How did they get here?"
"Why didn't he die?"
"Shh! Shhh, it's the Announcements! Listen- Listen!"
"Greetings, Beings of Thirdress. It is maheeb Penik Raj'i speaking to you all, to adress the issue at hand. Recently, there have been rumors that a 'civil war' has uprooted itself in the Southern most Dome of our beautiful planet. It is true that there has been casualties and many of our Citizens have been forced into hiding in the other world - many of the things from The Below have been sent away as well.
"The one known as 'Korshan Jo'nas', the leader of The Belows, has been banished from our Domes before. We in no way condone violence or bloodshed in any many within our Domes. Seeing as how the rebel leader has already faced the system and twisted it to his own perverted means, in ways that we were never meant to be, we of the Council of Thirdress have decided to send him away into the bowls of space."
"What?!"
"They're letting him survive?! We SAW him decapitate Maheeb G-"
"Just listen! Shhh!"
"We shall be holding a Ceremony of Forget in all Domes. Please take your last dosage of your daily vitamins and lead your younglings to the center of each Dome."
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"Ceremony of Forget?! They've never -- NO! No! This means it was all for noth--NO! Don't touch me!"
"Grab it!"
"Filthy creature! Stop moving!"
"Let me go! A curse on you - a curse on you all! No! Your young--"
"Shut up!"
"--lings will rise up against you like I did and take all of your--...."
".....You weren't supposed to kill him, Riiva'n."
"I didn't kill him. Hitting his head won't send his soul off - he's asleep."
"Hn. Nn! Alright. Load him into the pod. To ...Guh-hi-aha?"
"Nn. Think we should tell him that those younglings and the rest of the disgusting dregs of science are about to be wiped from the face of the planet?"
"No. Leave him that reprive. He'll learn. Our maheebs won't let us be hurt by those slugs."
"Hnn! There! He's in the bloodied pod. Close it - close it! There. Finally. Now... let's go to the Ceremony. I don't want to remember this one."
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"..n-no... I don't want to go.. I have to.. I have to..please..."
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Posted: Wed Mar 29, 2006 8:10 pm
Korshan awoke halfway through the ride to Gaia. The pod was small and cramped for his tall frame, pale near-corpse curled around on the padded walls.
His ears, formerly so large and wide, softly rounded to catch each sound, had been butchered. Gone were the rings of silver that looped through them, replaced by shredded pieces of ivory flesh, patched up roughly by coarse cloth. It hurt, the pain somehow numbing through the small confines.
Where was he going?
Why wasn't he dead?
They captured him, didn't they? They ******** captured him! So why wasn't he dead? Why wasn't he released into the Beyond?! What had HAPPENED?!
Korshan jerked in that small pod, a quiet cry of distress and pain leaving his mouth. Oh, nature.. oh, oh, oh... at least they'd saved teh little ones, right? At least they had saved those little ones, being taken to the Below to be raised as normal, thinking beings instead of the putrid machines the others were raised by.
He had no way of knowing all of his tribe had been hunted down and butchered, the children returned, frightened, to their parental units. Later, they'd be brainwashed into not remembering.
He had no way of knowing all of his fighting had been futile. It was probably better that way.
All Korshan could do was stifle his tears, curling tighter together with a little sniffle. He didn't know what he was doing, leaking like that, why was he leaking? What was the stuff oozing from his face? He was sad... disappointed... But... This was going to be horrible..
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Posted: Sat Apr 22, 2006 5:39 pm
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Posted: Sat Apr 22, 2006 5:44 pm
"Kian.. No! Kian, stop biting! It's just a little front-sitty thing!" The scientests voice was bordering on desperate, hands trying to push his newest infant into the little strap on he wore to tote the children around in.
Kian was struggling valiantly, small hands shoving at his adopted fathers, lips peeled back to reveal vicious little fangs, shoulders rolling. He hissed once, twice, jaw snapping in the uncoordinated motion of a child who wasn't aware of how little control he had.
What made this all the worse was they were in PUBLIC. Patrick thought it would be fun to take some of the kids to a meusem to see things they usually wouldn't...but no one seemed interested. So, he had carted the youngest and more subtly violent of his children along with him.
The former crimminal was making things VERY difficult. Dressed in only a red diaper and a white shirt, the child was still slippery, letting out a ragged 'yrowl!' once his father finally wrestled him into the carry-on.
...godDAMNIT.
"Little steps, little steps, that's the way!" Atticsu cheered on Eva as they made their way through the museum. Though they were making very little progress he was proud that his wobbly little blob seemed to be stiffening up some. He had taken her to the museum more for practice than the art, he had found the girl wasn't very pleased with loud noise. And perhaps her sense of adventure would kick in for she was still quite the clingy little girl. "Good job, Eva!"
Spoken too soon, Eva plopped onto his foot. She rolled onto her back exhausted. Walking wasn't an easy thing, especially since her legs were not yet used to this new motor skill. Oh, how she wished the days of crawling could return. The man held her much more in those days, and she wanted to be held.
Upon hearing the "Yrowl" emmited nearby Eva's head swiveled in its direction. Peering bullets at the offender, he had made noise in a quiet place!, Evangeline stood, while clinging on to her father's pant leg, and wobbled away.
Atticus had noticed the commotion, too, and could only sympathize with the man. "Sometimes they're rougher than we imagine," he said to the man before realizing Eva was a good couple feet away. "And fast," he said before trying to catch up with his charge.
"Kian, no biting daddys fingers!" THe boy got his nose poked for that, drawing a cross-eyed expression from the baby... It was an odd expression, considering Kian had three eyes.
When the other two stayed staring at Patricks finger, the one in the middle of his forehead, the cat-slit eye, wheeled upwards to stare at Atticus and Eva.
"Kian's just snarky because he's stuck in a babys body, aren't you, Kia--OW! GodDAMNIT!"
Good going, Patrick.
Patrick stuck his fingers into his mouth and sucked harshly - the little b*****d had bit him! Instead of gloating and being smug, Kian ignored the mans cries and just continued staring at the older man and the smaller girl. ...was she a prisoner like he was?
"Stuck in a boy's body, huh?" Atticus chuckled and picked up Eva. Walking toward the new man and his baby Atticus mused, "You wouldn't mean a criminal sent from their plant to Earth as a punishment, would you?" Atticus hoped he would.
Eva peered at the third eye. Not only because it was unusal but just because. There seemed to be an air about the boy. Something exuded from him that seemed almost... intelligent. Unlike the other mindless, screaming babies. Those hurt her head.
Shifting Eva into a more comfortable position Atticus nodded, "Yea, I got blessed with a quiet kid. She doesn't bite, kick, scream, scratch. But she has a mean stare." He looked at her, "As I'm sure you're little one, Kian, is it? Is experiencing." In a scolding tone he told her, "Now Eva, it's not poilte to stare."
Only blinks interrupted her stare, however, and when she was close enough to the boy she reached out to him. Perhaps there would be a sign that told her he was what she thought he was- someone like her.
"Huh?" The dark man blinked a few times, speaking around his gummed-at fingers. "Oh... Don't tell me. Cutie-pie there is from Archie's nut house too?"
The words were said affectionately, though, giving Kians head a soft ruffle. "Yeah. He's from some planet where he killed a whole bunch of people, started a civil war and refused some sort of surgery. I think the surgery was to make him less ornery. The little a*****e."
Kian ignored his fathers sentiments, staring right back at her. While his 'main' two eyes had to blink every so often, the third eye stayed lodged on the little girl. Eva, he called her?
Hn.
Fingertips clenched at the little plastic felt straps of the carry on when he saw her hand shoot out at him (well, it was fast for a baby!). He growled deep in his throat and used that hand to shove away hers as well before sinking back against his fathers thin body.
No touchies! What were with all these people trying to TOUCH him?! It was hard enough dealing with strange foods, not being able to control his body and having to live with complete strangers with all sorts of things wrong with them(it was called EMOTIONS, boy) but to have random, odd people touch him?! ********, no!
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Posted: Tue May 02, 2006 12:43 am
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Posted: Tue May 02, 2006 12:45 am
Summary: Kian and Rothe each have their own respective hissy-fits.
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Posted: Tue May 02, 2006 12:48 am
Dear Livejournal wanna be thing,
So, I am now in possesion of an alien. This alien happened to, one upon a time like ten days ago, start up a revolution among his own planet. ******** FUN. Kick a**. So I have a little revolutionary at my fingertips and he's this adorable, hissing, chubby short little baby that for some reason is addicted to blocks.
Hurrah?
I named him Kian - it's Gaelic for 'pale' or 'ancient'...one of the two. Eh. Who cares? Mordread likes him well enough and he doesn't mind the catboy.
But MORDREADS ********. That's one psycho peice of work, let me tell YOU. ******** talking. Kian is eating his blocks. ********.
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Posted: Thu Aug 03, 2006 11:31 am
"Why are you always so grumpy, Kian?" Patricks voice carried through the living room like a nasal wistle. Kian didn't bother to look up from his blocks, piling them up and up and up!
...and then kicking them down.
It was constructive, in a way. The colors would flash and be pretty and new and so very different when he kicked them and that was what Kian loved the most. The parental unit coming in to check on him, however, was a pain in the neck.
When Patrick came in to find his wayward Alien child, his eyebrows arched. A single yellow eye slide up to watch him as the majority of Kians attention lay on the blocks before him. They were interesting. Parental unit was not so much.
"I know you can talk, you know." The parent grumped, arms folding over his chest. "I've heard you talking to Jii before."
The fox heard her name and lifted her head from where she was settled near Kians body. A tired chirp left her and one ebony hand, fingers stretching as far as the dark webbing would allow, rested gently at her bright orange ruff. Jii instantly calmed down, snuggling closer to Kian and fell right back to sleep.
Patricks eye twitched. "Kian." No response. "KEY-ANNE." Nothing. The blocks were being piled high. Higher then before. "Mass murdering bat-boy."
THAT got a reaction. The little ebony head shot up, eyes narrowed dangerously. Kians one hand grabbed at a block as he rose up, using his other pile of colored plastic to help balance. He was going to KILL this one.
It was then that Patrick snapped the picture. Kian wobbled dangerously, hands tightening but - the shock and brightness was too late! He fell back onto his butt, lips peeling back for a sharp hiss towards his caretaker. "Not!" The crimminal protested, voice low for a child, snarly, "Not! Not!"
It was then Patrick got a block thrown at him - it hit him dead in the forehead.
But hey. He got a picture out of it.
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Posted: Thu Aug 03, 2006 11:45 am
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Posted: Thu Aug 03, 2006 12:31 pm
It was dark. The two parental units were asleep, as was most of the other children he now lived with. Kian couldn't think of them as 'siblings'... there were too many of them. They were too different. Even Rothe, who was so much like him, was too different to comprehend.
Kian squirmed his way out of his blankets, moving on his chubby hands and knees to the edges of his cage. Crib, they called it, to protect him but it was nothing more then another containment device used to keep him from being out, being himself.
It irritated him.
Webbed, dark fingers wrapped around the bars, tightening and loosening experimentally. He was getting stronger...he was getting bigger too. But he was chubby. There was extra flesh all around him, extra here and there... His tail, especially, was strong and fleshy. Ridges were there too...but they were dull. Not like his nails.
Kians small chest heaved in a childs version of a sigh, head tilting to rest against two of those cool bars.
All of it... all of this place was different. Sometimes, he'd catch himself doing or thinking something that was akward - wouldn't be allowed on his own planet - and it would hurt.
That was an odd enough emotion to confuse the poor child. His tail twitched in irritation, eyes squeezing shut tightly, all three of them. When the dark one hugged him, or the furry one smiled at him like he was the most important thing in the room, or when the other children played with or around him... It hurt.
"Korshan?" His smaller sister-units voice was a whisper in the dark of the night. Korshan squinted his eyes open to peer at the little figure in the doorway of his quarter and then groaned.
"Come here." His hand, so pale and the wrist stubby with newly-growing in wings, patted the blank area beside him on the bed. She scrambled over eagerly and crawled under the blanket. The little child was still young enough to be plauged by sleep-spirits, things that crawled into your head with pictures and woke one up in a sheen of sweat.
She came to Korshan for comfort.
The boy twisted around to give his sister a brief squeeze. She smiled and soon, soon they both fell asleep, curled close and safe.
There was liquid on his face. Kors--Kians hands were still tight on the bars, shoulders hunched over and there was liquid on his cheeks. It had originated in his eyes... There was a hole in his chest.
Sure...there was no blood, even as he hiccuped and tightened his shoulders even further, but there was that little hard, hot hole in his chest where he knew something belonged. It made a ball rise in his throat, choking any words or cries...
Warriors didn't cry. He didn't make noise in sorrow. He was a fighter. He was...
So ******** alone...
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Posted: Tue Aug 15, 2006 5:50 pm
Kian was curled up in front of the television. The machine wasn't turned on but...the boy couldn't see himself in it. It was too dark. He was too dark. Colorless. That's what he was - colorless and bland, dark and without any life. He scowled, grabbing one of his colorful blocks and hurled it at the screen.
Unfortunetly, the plastic bounced off the screen and hit the little alien directly in the forehead, sending him onto his back with a rather loud cry.
Rothe had been wandering around the house, bored. It was surprising considering how many people were IN the house but the parents were taking care of the new brats and Iamel had the other brats and Akilah was off doing whatever...Damnit, the only one around was Kian and HE was no fun.
All they ever did was fight. And then the block hit Kian's forehead and Rothe fell over giggling, "Ki! Hit! Hahahahahaha."
b*****d.
Kian twisted around on the ground with a cats grace, lips peeling back into a harsh hiss, nails digging into the ground. Rothe was about being a cold b*****d, manipulating people with his whims and tantrums... Kian was about making them do things with his actions.
Thus, each hand grabbed at a block and threw them at his brothers head. He was young (physically), but he was strong. His aim, as well, was rather good although his muscles were underdeveloped.
The block hit him and Rothe stopped his laughing, green eyes narrowing as he stared at the young man he reluctantly called brother. How dare he throw a block at him! HIM! He was above him. Even if he was the younger one...He was older in mind wasn't he? That's what should count! The alien pulled himself onto his feet...And charged. It was likely that Kian would move out of the way in time.
However, Rothe was angry, and it was shown by the fact he hadn't screamed. Rothe was very loud when angry - deadly silent when pissed.
Oh, but that was the fun part. Kian was still on the ground, hand and knees like an animal. His tail flew in the air, hissing again and his arm drew back as if to let the second block fly at his sibling. What happened next was just his body reacting, moving without thinking - he still had the ingrained "FIGHT DAMNIT" instincts in him from his old life.
When Rothe came into view, that bluntly spiked appendage flew through the air, Kians frame moving to try and smack his brother with the purely muscled tail. It was his defense, other then scratching the thinner childs eyes out
It was pure luck that Rothe had hit the floor before Kian's tail came at him. It missed him by a few centimeters and the pale boy growled low under his breath, "KI!" he screeched, rolling onto his back and laying there as he glared at the dark child. Why were they fighting like animals? Better worded - why was he. Kian was a lower form of life, to him. Slave material - they were expected of acting like animals.
He, however, was not. He was supposed to be better than that! The toddler pulled himself to his feet and glared, still, as if expecting the boy to conform and kiss his feet, "Bad!"
"Bad?" The child growled, bristling as the other looked down at him so condescendingly. He pushed himself up off of the ground - Rothe was younger but Kian was shorter. And chubbier. "No bad! Rof' laugh. Rof' BAD."
His witty retort ended with a sneer, webbed, clawed fingers flexing as he glowered. His younger brother was just like them - just one in a million. "Bad Rof' - not-one likes no how!"
"YOU bad!" he reiterated before stamping his food. Childish tendancies indeed. He may have an older mind but he was still prone to childish outbursts -this apparently being one of them. Kian was cattle - he should be listening to him! NOT fighting him! If this were his home planet he'd be put to death...But this WASN'T his home planet. The thought smashed him down and he simply pouted.
"You bad." the voice was soft, defeated. He wanted to go home.
"Ki AN Rof' bad," Kian sneered in return, head tilting up in a rather cocky, experianced little manner. "S' Gaia. Bof' bad. Bu ROF'..." He shakes his head slightly, lips peeling back against him once more to bear his sharp little teeth. "Bad-der. Bad-ist. Not-one like no-how. Key-anne got comeraderie."
"Gaia bad," Rothe growled before plopping on his bum and staring at the blocks. Suddenly he wanted nothing more than to take the blocks and go on a spree of just throwing them at anyone and everyone who passed for simply being on Gaia. Gaia sucked.
And then he was insulted and his head raised, black hair falling away from his eyes, "YOU worse. YOU." he insisted. He would NOT be swayed!
All eyes narrowed and leveled in on Rothe. His expression was far from angered beyond reasoning and instead it was coldly amused. It was one of those few, few times where HE had the upper hand, HE was the one who could hurt the other.
"No."
The word was said slowly, roughly, almost insultingly...and Kian smirked. Sure, his lips turned upwards but it was far from a smile. Cruel and snarling, he had momentarily taken on the attributes Rothe used to place in himself. "Rof. Wors."
Rothe reached for the nearest block and squeezed at it, small nails digging into the plastic, "KIN WORSE!" he screeched, anger once more overtaking him. The tables were not allowed to be switched on him! He could not let Kian think he was better than him! Rebellion started once that happened. Rebellion was death - he had learned that plenty of times. So many times he had watched that.
It. Would. Not. Be. Him.
The block was thrown, then, right at Kian's head.
"YOU!"
And then...He broke. And started to cry. God, he was a drama king.
This time, Kian ducked. Or he fell, rather, to his knees, head falling to the ground with his arms over his skull to protect himself. He wasn't about to get hit again. When the sound of bawling hit him (the only times he'd heard someone be so LOUD about it before was when a youngling had Crossed or they had hurt themselves), his upper yellow eyes slid up, watching the other curiously.
He was leaking. Rothe was leaking like a youngling or a ...a weak person! How dare he leak! Rothe had no reason to leak! What did his big-sibling Ee-ah-mel say about people like that?
"Wush."
The ebony boy scoffed, pushing himself up, muscles tensed up in an effort to not jump at and throttle Rothe. "....bof' bad."
Rothe sniffled and wiped his eyes. Did his brother just call him a wuss? He shook slightly and hissed, "Bof bad. No wuss." his way of trying to compromise. He wasn't in the mood to argue with cattle and he realized sometimes it was just best to leave things be. Made things easier. Mentally, though, he made a tally mark against Kian's name. Rothe would eventually get him back - he had a good memory and he knew how to hold a grudge.
"Kay?"
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Posted: Mon Aug 21, 2006 4:55 pm
Journal.
I can't do this anymore.
I seriously ******** can't.
Everything kind of piled up and I felt like I was in a dream world - a lover? KIDS? Lots of kids? BIOLOGICAL kids? What the ******** is wrong with me?
Where did my entire world go?
This isn't a twisted version of post-pardum or anything, journal. This is me trying to figure out what went wrong in my life - why things are now the way they are.
I wasn't meant to be a parent - Iamel is so much better at it then I am, despite teaching them bad words or trying to blow up snakes, and he's only a little kid. Mordread has taken to it like a fish to water...
But me?
I don't know what the ******** I'm doing.
I curse, I drink and I smoke. I talk about sex, I'm as queer as they come and, ******** hell, I don't want to love anyone.
I adore Mordread. Yeah.. I love him? I mean... I don't know. I love him in the way one shouldn't love a lover. The sex is great and we get along like the best of friends but I don't.. I mean, I DO love him. But ******** out of here, Journal. I may be back for you and a brat or two later but...
I have to ******** get out of here.
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Patrick slammed his journal shut and stood. The house was noisy with children, screaming and with laughter, the clean air closing in around him like a vice of wet wool.
He shuddered and grabbed at his wallet. The package of cigarettes followed and his sunglasses. When Iamel glanced up from his book and gave his father a curious look, Patrick just shrugged.
Patrick walked out while lighting up a cigarette, striding down the street. He wasn't going to be back anytime soon.((This is NOT a hiatus notice. This is Patrick trying to sort out his thoughts and make some major life desicions, etc, etc. The kids will be active but Patrick will NOT be avaliable for RP or anything for a while.))
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Posted: Wed Sep 13, 2006 7:22 pm
"Hey Kian."
The voice moved through the living room and the toddler glanced up. His gaze was unimpressed. No matter what the problem wih the the Parental Units... They NEVER left their Small ones.
This one was failing as an Adult.
Patrick winced at his sons quiet, blank glare, rubbing at the back of his neck. "Kiddlet..I wanna level with you, ok? I'm talking to all the kids." The large feet moved foreward slowly and his Parental Unit crouched down, his butt gradually hitting the floor. "You know I left, right? For a few works?"
Kian hesitated, third eye closing and his head gave a brief nod, little mouth working slightly into a ball and then a thin line.
"Yeah.. It was because I just.. I couldn't handle all my respnsibilities. They stressed me out. I didn't know WHAT to do."
"Bad." Kian snarled. Patrick jumped a little bit at the word - and the deep voice his child had - but he just rolled his shoulders. "Bad peenut."
Peenut? His eyebrows arched but he nodded again, sighing and leaning back on his hands. "Bad. Very bad. But I came back.. I missed you guys. I wanted you to know I was sorry."
The toddler snorted, one foot kicking at his blocks. "No. No sahee. Go 'way."
Patrick almost flinched at the casual dismissal, head tilting back with a groan. "I'm still sorry, Kian. You telling me to go away doesn't mean--"
"Go 'way."
"Kian--"
"Way."
The dark man hesitated, standing slowly from the ground as he moved out of the room. Well s**t.
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Posted: Thu Oct 19, 2006 9:53 am
It was a time to take pictures. Whenever any of the kids hit a growth spurt that made it needed to get them new clthing, it was a tradition amongst the scientest himself to take a new picture of them to add to his album.
Today, it was Kians turn.
The dark alien made it difficult to approach now that his disdain for his caretaker had become more prominant. He didn't like it at all, but
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