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 Posted: Fri Jul 14, 2006 5:09 am
"Can she speak? Does she not know English?" Eyes of the most expressive blue ran over the little girl curiously. The blonde-haired youth that belonged to them gave a sort of thoughtful pout when she said nothing, accenting his full lips.
"Dunno," Redd gave a shrug, her own features displaying bored indifference.
"Don't you have enough children as it is?" A dark-haired man asked from behind her, towering over all of them. Naia, who now stood beside Redd, curled her fingers into the coyote's pants leg and gazed elsewhere. As if they weren't talking about her at all. Of course she could speak; she just chose not to.
"She got in my car and wouldn't leave," Redd replied sullenly, ears flickering with early signs of irritability. "And the lady looking after her seemed pretty happy to see her go. Eh. It's not like she'll be a big addition to this house if she's really mute, right?" Her blue eyes suddenly narrowed at the tall man, apparently not intimidated by him at all. "And what's it matter to you? If you don't like my kids, you can go buy your own damn house. Of course, you'd still owe me. Damn squatters."
"Hey, hey..." Faustus -the blonde- suddenly soothed, "We didn't say that we didn't like her, did we Desh? I think she's kinda cute! If you've got good looks, it really doesn't matter what you have to say." A small smile was given as he bent to get a closer look at the little blunette, which unintentionally exposed a sizable pair of incisors. Naia flinched upon seeing them and stepped back... right onto the the bushy, bisque tail of her new guardian, of course.
The halfling stiffened, then yowled, almost smacking the poor girl off before she managed to catch herself. Instead of hitting the child, her hand shot out and wrenched at a hunk of Faustus' platinum blonde hair. This caused him to cry out as well -though more in concern for his hair than pain- and flail. At this display, the tall man paused in the process of saying something and chose to observe instead.
The fangs Faustus possessed were now stunningly apparent with the spew of gibberish that followed. Whatever language it was, it was coarse and unnatural to his ears, which scared Naia to a point. Was he possessed? Or gargling gravel? Abandoning her sanctum behind Redd, the little girl shot forward and up the stairs, hoping safety was on the second floor. No one followed her, she noted, but she could hear a rumble of deep laughter below.
The top of the stairs produced a long hallway extending to either side, giving a large selection of both opened and closed doors. The apparition she had come to know as Sasha seemed to find interest in these and drifted down the hall to the right.
It perturbed Naia somewhat that no one else seemed to see Sasha, yet pleased her all the same. If no one else could see Sasha, then no one could take her away. Seeing her only 'friend' moving away, Naia hesitantly followed, reaching out the catch the other girl's hand. Her hand only passed through, but it didn't seem to disappoint her too much. She was used to it by now.
The room they entered was light blue in color and carpeted in a nice shade of creme. Nothing else could really be noted about it, save for a bare bed in the corner, a navy Lay-z-Boy near the door, and a small crib in the center of the room. Sasha stepped towards the crib, which was white and set low to the floor. Her semi-transparent hands set themselves on the top of this confinement and she craned her head forward as if trying to see. Naia stepped beside her, copying.
Inside of the crib, silent for the most part, lay a black-haired babe swaddled in a gray blanket. To the newcomer (for he could not see Sasha), the baby cooed curiously, but snuggled deeper into his blanket.
"Kyooooot, isn't he?" Came a lilting, but male voice from nowhere. Something furry brushed her ankle at the same time, followed up by the sensation sharp against her bare skin. An involuntary squeal erupted from the blunette as she jerked back, looking for the offender. However, whoever -or whatever- it was had ducked back beneath the crib before she could get a decent look. The voice had been more in her mind then anything, for the sound that pierced the air was more of a growl. "Mmm, delicious."
Naia took a step back before a brief cackling sounded, followed by the growling. "I wouldn't do that if I were yew~ Go on, though, if you're curious. Have a peek at us, sweetums..."
"I wouldn't suggest looking." Said a gruff voice from behind, just as she trembled and began to reach beneath the bed. The large man from earlier slid into the room slowly, ducking his head a bit so it wouldn't graze the top of the door-frame. "Leave monsters under the bed lying there."
For a moment, she said nothing, but removed her hand from beneath the bed. A soft coo of disappointment was emitted from beneath the bed. "W-what is it?" Naia asked hesitantly, voice strained with misuse.
"Ach. So you do talk." The man smirked grimly. "He's the Skarecrow, and if you plan on living here for long, I suggest you radiate a little less fear and come to me."
'Radiating less fear' she could do, but getting anywhere near this menacing man? She looked to Sasha, who simply shrugged and kept her eyes on the baby, humming. "What about..." Naia moved her head towards the crib and the baby.
"Hm? Oh, Zwölf. Leave him- he'll be fine. Skarecrow knows what will happen to him if he crosses out 'mistress'," It was a sarcastic comment and rather spiteful; 'Skarecrow' cackled again. "Or maybe he doesn't know exactly, but I've heard he has a good imagination, if nothing else." The dark man gave an impatient gesture, hand jutting out towards the girl. Apparently he was annoyed with waiting on her.
What caused her to trust this man at this point, she didn't know, but she slowly walked towards him. In the meantime, she tried not to look behind her. Sasha would come eventually. With a soft grunt, the man snatched her hand and pulled her to his side with a surprising gentleness.
"My name is Deshwitat Tarantella, Naia."
"...Desh-vi-taught?" She twitched slightly, still unsure.
"Ja. I'll be your private tutor for when you come home from school and on weekends... Along with my brother."
"Brother?" She'd never thought she'd be able to speak so much in a day to anyone other than Sasha. Now she looked to her 'tutor', taking him in slowly now. Long, black hair trailed down the man's back freely until it stopped beneath his shoulder-blades. He was a towering male -at least 6'7- and looked to be in his late twenties or early thirties. Broad shoulders, she determined, but everything else about his build was hidden beneath a large, gray trenchcoat. Deshwitat was nothing she honestly cared to see duplicated; everything about him was so foreboding. Hell, even his eyes were the color of cold steel.
"You saw him. The dumb blonde? Yes, he is my brother by blood."
"You.. don't look anything alike." Faustus had a younger look to him- fun and free. They were cold opposites of one another.
"It's one of the small blessings that have been given to me. Now, komm mit."
And, though she didn't really understand him, the pulling at her hand was enough to move her along.
"He he. She's got a little dead girl following her!"
Without thinking, Naia turned her head towards the sound, jolting into Deshwitat's side in response to what she saw. An absolutely horrid face grinned back at her, pale blue and wicked. The stitched smile that was etched into the corners of the creature's maw seemed to almost split its face in half with this gesture. It was a dog-like creature, yet not. If she squinted -which she did in an attempt to close her eyes- it was an actual man she saw hiding beneath Zwölf's bed. He was leering at her with a pair of glowing, black-rimmed red eyes. Skarecrow. She shuddered unconsciously, not minding at all when she was ushered out.
"You okay, pup?" Redd asked upon their return, walking around Faustus in order to meet them. The blonde was currently soothing out his hair and paid them no attention.
"She managed to find Zwölf," Deshwitat murmured while nudging Naia forward, towards her guardian. "And Skarecrow found her."
"Oh yeah?" The woman reached out for the girl, brushing her hand through the blue strands of hair atop her head while giving her a once-over.
A brief nod issued from Naia, though her red eyes now flickered between all three of them. "... Sasha says you're vampires."
Faustus paused in his grooming for a moment; Deshwitat simply narrowed his dark eyes.
"Who's Sasha?" Redd asked, more curious than anything. When she received no response other than a chilly smile, she snorted. "Yeah, well, your little friend is right. They're both little blood-suckers. You don't have to worry, though. They're harmless... compared to me."
Faustus merely gave a small, smug smile. Deshwitat had opened his mouth to protest but now shut it and grumbled incoherently."
"Hmm. You seemed to have ripped those tights pretty bad. How long have you been wearing that dress? We'll just have to take you out shopping... or these oafs will."
"Not likely."
"Sure!"
A simultaneous response from the 'brothers', who then began to discretely eye one another for weaknesses in their decision. Redd ignored them, used to it. Instead, she placed her hand upon Naia's shoulder and began to lead her towards the stairs. "Let's go pick out a room for you, alright?"
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Posted: Fri Jul 14, 2006 6:05 am
Dear, Damnable, Diary,
It's been a while since I've written in this thing, but things have been pretty hectic. I'm taking in more animals and children by the arm-load. Maybe I really do have no self-control. I've got my first humanoid little girl from the last shitty job I went to. Name's Naia, and she's pretty quiet, which makes things a lot easier on me.
The two quiet ones -Zwölf and Naia- stuck together really quickly even though Edward Skarecrow was probably breathing down both of their necks when they met. After throwing a lot of s**t having an orderly negotiation with the Tarantella Nazis blood-suckers bums brothers, they've agreed to tutor the both of them. And I have to go out and buy a piano so they can teach that. I don't know where the hell I'm supposed to fit this s**t... Maybe we can put it in a upstairs room if they carry it up the stairs. That'll be fun.[/sarcasm]
The girl came along with me in nothing but the clothes on her back, which aren't all that great. It's like she's in a damn maid uniform. I don't know what those people in her old home were into, but I'm not gonna stand for that kind of outfit unless she's washing our ******** windows. The dunces are going to take her out to get her a couple outfits for school- I can't trust them with too much more. If she needs to sleep in something, she can just borrow one of my shirts. She's short enough that one of my t-shirts will probably reach her knees. And if that doesn't work, I'll take one of Desh's shirts to give to her. That ******** won't challenge me- at least, he'd better not. I think he might like her, besides. I think both the brothers like her so far.
And why not? She's quiet. I like her. Though, I have noticed that's she's a little selfish. She may not say anything, but she can hint to things she wants by staring at them all starry-eyed. Whatever. I'm not spoiling that brat no matter what. No one's gonna say it's my fault if she becomes some possessive b***h. Though, I don't think she will. Other than the 'gimmegimme' thing, she seems pretty nice. I wonder how she'd be with other people...
Speaking of which, the girl seems to have come along with an imaginary friend. It's a bit freaky to watch her talk to herself like that but, seeing as she's not bothering anyone, I don't see the trouble in it. Whatever. I gotta go make sure those two are ready to take her out and try to dig out some cash.
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Posted: Sun Jul 16, 2006 12:33 am
"Sasha, this place is scary." It was huge; enormous even. She'd never felt so dwarfed as she did now, and could easily see herself getting lost. Luckily -or not- she had two men escorting her down the long hall of outlet stores.
"Oh, come now, Naia. You don't like the mall?" Faustus asked her with a small smile, reaching out for her. However, the blunette scooted out of his grasp -he'd just stuck his hand through Sasha!- and attempted to hide within Deshwitat's trenchcoat. The aforementioned owner grunted his surprise to this, lifting the flap of fabric to expose her once again.
"Quit it." He told her firmly, smoothing down his trench. He purposely ignored the scolding look his brother gave. He wasn't about to let the kid hide beside him for nothing, though he was secretly pleased she chose him over Faustus.
"Is it your first time here?" Faustus asked, unperturbed. He liked the shy ones the best. He only smiled when she nodded. "Well, expect to make a lot more trips down here, okay? You'll like it here once you're used to it. Oh! There's the store."
She'd never seen so many clothes- not even when she and the other little girls played hide-and-seek and she'd hidden in Catzi's laundry. Faustus at least seemed to be in his element here, motioning them over to racks of clothes. Sasha was making soft sounds of awe and giggling to herself.
"How about this?" Faustus asked, drawing her attention away from Sasha for a moment.
"We're trying to get her clothes to send her to school in, you idiot, not to the street corner." Came Deshwitat's retort before Naia could so much as open her mouth.
"Hey, you take that back. This is cute!"
"Do they really make slut-costumes in that size?"
"Deeesh! Just because it doesn't make her look like a Muslim doesn't mean it's bad. You wouldn't know style if it bit you in the a**!"
The brothers seemed to have forgotten her for a moment to trail into one of their fights that she was beginning to understand as customary. Sasha seemed to notice too, and waved her hand before the feshy girl's crimson vision. 'Let's go look around.' She seemed to say without words. Silently, Naia slid off and left the siblings to their squabble.
She was back in the hall of stores again, but not quite as nervous. It was almost deserted at this hour of the night, save for a few curious-looking characters and groups of mallrat teenagers that had been around since the opening.
More clothes stores, she observed, but for bigger people's clothes. There was a video-game store as well as a rather colorful place full of neon lights and novelty items. There was a store that was completely black inside save for a few overhead lights. A lot of people were hiding in there, so she walked on. She had been debating on entering the store that had live kittens behind its display, playing and napping or watching the world outside, but Sasha cleared her throat and gestured down the hall knowingly.
A guitar was set in display, and it was quite a fine specimen, but it was the store behind it that she really took an interest in. Boxes lined the shelves and made up just a few aisle in the store. The rest was open game for an array of instruments ranging from guitars to flutes. Naia made a soft whistle between her teeth before waving hesitantly to the woman behind the shop counter. The woman smiled back at her before idly glancing towards the shop clock once more.
"Look, Sasha, it's... Is it a piano?" Naia shuffled closer to the little instrument, grazing her hand over the ebon and ivory keys. They were plastic, much to her surprise. Her eyebrows furrowed slightly upon remembering the first time she'd touched one. It was in her old guardian's home. He'd told her that she would be able to learn... Her palm slammed painfully into the keys but created no sound, sorrow clouding her features for a moment. Why would he...
She perked as a set of pale fingers reached past her, flipping on a switch set in the plastic. Another set coaxed a dark, minor chord from the keys, sending an electric hum through the steady atmosphere. Alarmed, she followed the hand up to their owner with her red eyes.
"Did you want to learn?" Deshwitat asked her, his face ever dark and guarded. When he got no more than a bland stare, he flipped off the keyboard again. "Doesn't matter. Redd doesn't have a piano."
"...I'm sorry." She murmured, looking back to the piano thoughtfully. "For going off."
"Good. Now, we need you to try on some things. Let's go."
"Where's Faustus?" The blonde man was nowhere in sight.
Deshwitat sighed softly, shaking his head as he lead her out. "He's playing with the kittens in the shop down the way."
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Another dress, she noted... yet it really wasn't. She kept her eyes mostly to the navy fabric as Faustus straightened the collar of the shirt she wore beneath the dress.
"This jumper looks so cute on you, Naia. Look, Desh! We'll just give her some long socks and some decent shoes and send her off to school. This'll do for the first day. Of course, we'll need to brush out that hair of yours a little better so it curls at the bottom, not everywhere else! What do you think, Naia?"
She gazed over his shoulder at Sasha, who grinned quietly. She returned the smile and nodded to Faustus, reaching up to finger at the straps of the dress.
"She looks like she's in uniform..." Deshwitat began, though shifted slightly when her gaze rested on him imploringly. "Schön... Alright. Give it to me so we can go pay for it..."
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Posted: Mon Aug 07, 2006 6:31 pm
Notice of Hiatus Alright. It's hit. Personal life. First off, school has started again for me and I have to crack down on my studying. Because of this, my parental turned into a major c**t and cut off my computer privileges. I am limited to three hours a day, and it is not something I can change or mess with because it is set into the computer. I cannot be on the computer after 7PM Gaia time. This MAY change to no computer at all due to some personal issues I need to take care of among my family. The one who has control of this computer is very temperamental. Please, do not penalize me for this and do not take any of my pets away. I do not know how long this hiatus will be in place.
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Posted: Tue Oct 03, 2006 12:02 am
Warning... The Hiatus is now void, you've till the end of the month to post twice, up to mine and the RP-manager's expectations.
To put it simply, you do not announce a hiatus and then flounce around on gaia doing other things just as time-consuming as keeping up with pets.
You have three hours a day on the computer, it takes less than half an hour to make a passable post.
Do so, or Naia will be 'retired'.
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Posted: Wed Oct 04, 2006 11:10 am
Bright red eyes stared into a deeper crimson set. The latter set -almost pupiless and quite wide to begin with- seemed to spark with the psychotic malice just beneath the blue-skinned creature's surface. "Beeeeauuutiful." Hissed the monster, blowing rank breath into her face that was enough to make her eyes water just a bit. "Almost done. Don't blink, duckling."
"Why are we doing this, again?" THe female questioned softly, fingers witching lightly with the strain. "Skarecrow?"
"Because, becauuuuse.... the chicken will crow at midnight and the Twizzlers will come home. And when they do, you should look pretty and be ready to sit down to crumpets and cheese." Replied the Skarecrow, leaning back his blonde head to inspect his work. "You can blink." Naia did so; gratefully. However, her eyes soon narrowed at her 'friend' and his stitched grin, more than a little suspicious towards his motives.
"And Deshwitat's eyeliner is going to help me?"
"Of course!" Squawked the dead man, licking a gloved thumb and reaching up to smudge at her eyeliner. Now it looked as if she were crying the stuff in several different places. "Why else do you think he wheres it?"
"Skarecrow doesn't wear eyeliner, neither does Faustus or Zwölf or Mommy." Naia pointed out. "And Sasha doesn't."
"My dear, the Skarecrow has his eyeliner tatooed." Came the sweet lie, and he was pointing at the bag blacks that formed all the way around his eye. "And Sasha has no eyes to put it on. Her sheep have come and gone. Listen to us and-" The stitched man was cut off by a curst knock on the door.
"Naia," Deshwitat announced from the opposite side of the door, "Time for your piano lesson."
"Piano?" The bluenette gasped to herself silently, walking forward -and right through Skarecrow- to the door. She opened it, staring silently up at the towering man before her. Even though she had grown a little, she still felt very dwarfed by him. One misstep and he might crunch her skull. "When did we get a piano?"
"Last night. If you had come out for once- What is that on your face?" His gray eyes focused on the liner that seemed to have oozed down her face, large shoulders hunching as he tried to get a better look. "Is that mine?"
Naia sank back a little, swallowing. Desh didn't look pleased at all. "Yes..." Skarecrow chortled behind them and walked over with the eyeliner in hand. She wondered why her tutor couldn't see him. A gloved hand snagged at her wrist, the other pushing the stick into her hand and curling her fingers about it. Sasha snickered quietly in the background, shaking her head full of curls and gazing endlessly forward with her empty eyes. Skarecrow then guided Naia's hand up to proffer the make-up to its original owner. "Does it look alright?"
Deshwitat suddenly looked uncomfortable, feigning irritation as he snapped up the eyeliner. "Unsuitable for a young lady. Next time ask me and I can help you if it's really what you'd like to do. It's rude to take things without asking their permission, and if you do it again... Anyway, the piano is down the hall. Let's go start your lesson- no, don't wipe it off. It's alright."
"I'm sorry..." She said meekly after him, turning her head to glare reproachfully at Skarecrow. The zombie just grinned and blew a kiss to her, giving a slight wave. Sasha trailed after her, humming her anticipation quietly.
The piano was large, black, and beautiful. 'Steinway' she read in her mind quietly 'Steh-in-way?'. Not quite, but close enough. Deshwitat had pulled out the bench to the wonderful instrument and took a seat near the bass end of the keys, waiting. Naia needed no invitation to climb into the seat next to him, her feet barely managing to touch the ground.
"Alright. Let's start with what you know. Do you know what the name of each key is?" At Naia's silence, he only looked down at her. "Then we'll start here. This note is 'A'. Remember it's position on the piano, because there are several of them."
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Posted: Thu Oct 26, 2006 9:45 pm
"Nai-yah," Zwölf's usual tone of firm subservience was softer than it usually was, so much that she barely heard it. The two sat next to one another upon the windowsill in the male's bedroom, overlooking the backyard of their neighbor's house. The aforementioned yard was being in the process of decorating, stringing up black and orange streamers for an obvious party to come. "What will you be for Halloween?"
"Halloween?" She repeated quietly, running her fingers through the soft golden curls of the doll in her lap. "What's that about again?"
A pause and a shift in the taller's seating followed before a response did. "I..know not. It is a day of pumpkins and dressing as another. A night of monsters seen on the television, I think."
"Oh..." Then, "Why would people wanna dress like anyone but themself?" The concept missed her entirely for the moment. "Is it like playing pretend?"
"I think so. Only on Halloween, everyone plays." It was as if the boy was just finding this out for himself, for his blue-eyes gaze grew distant. "So... what would you pretend to be?" His eyes found her doll. "A princess?"
"Mmm.. Maybe." Though by her tone she had something else in mind. "Let's go get Redd." She slid off the sill, snagging Zwolf's sleeve as she did. Of course he would come, compliant as he always was. A day of dressing up- a day of pretending to be something you're not.
~~This be a skip~~
"Looks good," Redd smirked, admiring her handy-work.
"What are they? A can of tuna and a prism?" Faustus leaned his back against the kitchen's refrigerator, a spoon in one hand and a vat of icecream in the other. The spoon was speared into the dessert as the man swept curious blue eyes over his two favorite -his only- tutees.
"Idiot. It's a knight and a... Naia, what are you?"
"The view through a kaleidoscope." The girl replied matter-of-factly, adjusting her skirt that had glued-on shaped decorating its entire surface in a stunningly colorful display. Her shirt was a simple, but very bright shade of pink, fading through several colors until it got blue near her collar. In her hair she wore a headband of obnoxiously bright colors, just to make up for the fact that Redd wouldn't allow her to dye her hair. Aside from the dark eyeliner that seemed to weep down her cheeks, she stayed true to the costume she had announced.
Zwolf's outfit was not so homemade, though they'd tried to make it out of tinfoil. It hadn't turned out right and, luckily for them, it was a generic costume that they found easily in the local supermarket. "Are you going to go with us, Faustus?" He asked the vampire, eyes alight with a rare display of open excitement.
"That's right!" The blonde nodded, smiling towards them. "Your mom has to stay home and pass out the candy, and Deshwitat has work. Bastards wouldn't even let him out on Halloween!" A soft snort, and Faustus promptly shoved a spoonful of vanilla into his mouth.
"You'd better go get a pillow-case if you're expectin' to bring home anything." Redd told them, though reached out to snag Zwolf by the armor as they made to simultaneously leave. "I want a picture." Nonchalance was behind the statement, but from the swift movements she made to go fetch the camera...
"Alright, smile. Or whatever." The coyote told them as she removed a disposable from the drawer. "And whatever you do tonight, don't leave Faustus for anything." A quick flash issued from the device and the moment of pretend and childhood was saved for good.
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Posted: Thu Mar 29, 2007 7:04 pm
This isn't the first time I've tried writing, but it's the first time I've ever kept and hid it. I have a secret. I haven't said it to anyone. Well, unless you count Skarecrow and Sasha. But they're dead. They already know.
Redd was right when she said not to leave Fowstus during Halloween, but I couldn't help it. Sasha left me, and that's never really happened before. She's never been gone so long. Fowstus never pays attention, so it was easy to get away from him. Swoolf not so much. But Svoolf is too nice. I told him I was tired and was going to stay with Fowstus and asked him to go get me my share of candy from the next house while I waited.
((In progress))
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Posted: Thu May 10, 2007 5:57 pm
It has been over a month since your last post.
This is not acceptable.
You have 2 days to make a post up to my standards, or Naia will be *frozen.
This Warning and its Requirements are Not Negotionable.
*Frozen: When a pet is forced to remain in it's current stage indefinitely due to an owner's failure to comply with contractual obligations made and understood prior to the purchase of the pet. Additionally, the journal is locked and ownership is still retained despite the frozen state.
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Posted: Fri May 11, 2007 7:17 pm
Ever since I've known my ability, a lot more spirits have been coming to bother me. Sometimes I don't know it's even one of them until they actually just come up to me. They seem to find me now, and they always, ALWAYS want something from me...
Except one. He stands outside of a shop near the mall sometimes, and looks on at the people. He doesn't talk to me, but his friend inside will. Her name is Nevermore, and she says he's just shy. They're both pretty odd. Sometimes I think they're ghosts, and sometimes I know they just can't be when others see them. Maybe that's why they haven't asked me for anything yet.
((Doodles are included here))
I kind of ran through the man, whose name I cannot spell for my life. We will call him N. He's got a weird mark on his face. Nevermore has the same thing on a necklace. I haven't asked about it yet, but maybe I will sometime. But yeah, not the best circumstances to meet them under. N and Nevermore work in a creepy, cool shop. Work gets really slow, so sometimes they let Svoolf and I stick around to chat. Svoolf is big enough now that I don't have to go out with the tutors. And in a couple months, I can just go out by myself like he does.
I love Nevermore's hair. It's purple, with piggy-tails. I mostly like the piggy-tails, so sometimes when the store is slow, she'll pull my hair back and do my make-up like hers. N sometimes does talk, but it's usually with her, once to my brother. He seems afraid to me, even though he can look very cool. Both of them are so interesting, unlike the other ghosts I've met. Nevermore tells me tragedy stories that she has actually collected from people she's met before, and says its her hobby. Does everyone really live a tragedy? It's not so bad here. There are plenty of people to talk to for me... though it is getting annoying when they want to stay around. I keep wondering why I don't have one of those moms who tell you to go out and find some friends, but then... Redd doesn't have a lot of friends either, I think. Neither does Svoolf. Maybe that is our tragedy.
Well, I have to go. I'm supposed to go with Nevermore to get some clothes today, and I can hear Svoolf coming down the hall...
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Posted: Sun Jun 10, 2007 1:59 am
It's not even ******** funny how much of a goth my kid looks now.
Seriously. Naia looks like she's been pulled out of one of the lolitacon magazines with those puffing dresses and... lace and s**t... Who is this gothic t**t that went and got her these ugly clothes? That's what I want to know. If I ever see that Nevermore chick, I'm going to punch her in the face and then I'm gonna kick her in her taint. Who the hell does she think she is?
Now I get to watch Naia smear black on her eyes even more in the morning, and have to smell the black nail polish from down the hall. She was a little weird to begin with, but now she's just gone and... transformed. Is this really who she is? Is that what she wants to be?
Teenagers. Zwolf doesn't seen too bad off even though he's an ex jew-burner and now he knows about it. I've never had a girl teenager, though, and Naia's already starting to look pissy. It's worse than the first time she started the dot, and this time she's not clingy. s**t.
I should strangle Faustus for encouraging it.
I should make her go cut her hair because it's about down to her waist.
I probably need to go confront the kid before any actual trouble starts...
-Redd
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