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 Posted: Sat Mar 10, 2007 6:52 pm
Amryx entry March 10th, 2007
Olivia is talking about going to some Masquerade being held in the city somewhere. I still don't really know this place, but she insists that I come along anyway. She's having a little event there to promote the shop, and I'm pretty sure nothing good can come out of it. I mean, look at Adrian. God knows we don't need more children like him running around.
Speaking of, it seems like he is the same as Ment, except he doesn't like Ment. That's not saying much, though, because he doesn't like anyone. What an insuffurable child. This is why I never wanted kids. I wish Olivia warned me that accepting that scent would cause me to become a guardian of sorts. BAH.
But yes, I'm trying to find something formal for the Masquerade with my meager salary. I wonder if I could sell Adrian for money.
- Amryx  Adrian entry Who cares what the date is? It makes me sad thinking about it.
Amryx is taking me shopping so she can buy some clothes for us. She said we have to look nice. I don't see why we have to look nice. Balls are superficial. She's not listening to me. She never listens to me. No one does. No one understands.
I tried to ask her if we could go shopping at that store where it's pitch black and loud music plays, but she said not in a million years. Why doesn't she want to go in the store? it was nice clothing. It's all black and monochrome. I don't like bright colors. They're too bright.
Amryx says I whine too much. Well, she's just stupid, that's what she is.
*sniff*
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Posted: Thu Apr 19, 2007 7:07 pm
Amryx entry April 7th, 2007
I really shouldn't let Adrian outside of the shop anymore. I thought that it was a good thing when I saw him outside, but he was with some woman, and he ended up conning her into thinking that I was some horrible mother (well, I may be horrible, but certainly not as bad as she thinks I am!) and he even got a drink out of it. What am I going to do with him? I was never this bad as a child. I wish I could get in contact with my parents. A weekend with my dad and Adrian will probably me forever scarred into behaving.
... Hm, maybe that's the reason why everyone is so suspicious of me.
Anyway, the woman ended up buying a burner, and I hope she doesn't end up with a scent child of her own. Though I bet her kid would end up being much better than Adrian.
- Amryx Adrian entry The date doesn't matter. Nothing matters.
I tricked some stupid woman into getting a burner and getting me a drink. I hope she's living slightly above the poverty line, so when her kid is born it'll make her bankrupt trying to take care of it and herself. I don't mind that she stole anything, but that'll teach her to mess with my hair.
I hope her kid ends up being worse than me. And may she gain 5 pounds.
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Posted: Sat Sep 08, 2007 8:45 am
Amryx entry April 8th, 2007
I. Cannot. Take. This. Child. ANYWHERE.
When I made the mistake of leaving him alone in the damn shop, he goes off and almost goes home with this woman I barely know and now she thinks I'm some horrible child abuser, not to mention I have the sinking feeling she has a brat of her own to look after (or will have one). And then, I tried to take Adrian out for dinner in an effort to patch up our differences and he throws a fit in the middle of the restaurant. And THEN, at that horrible Masquerade, he literally disappeared about 15 minutes after I entered and I found out he returned to the shop because he wanted to write some POETRY.
Why am I still looking after him? Why do I hate myself? What did I do to deserve this? I want to go back home. I hate this place.
...
DEAR GOD, I'M STARTING TO EVEN SOUND LIKE ADRIAN NOW.
I need therapy.
- Amryx Adrian entry As each day passes, we get closer and closer to death. That is why I don't write down dates.
Amryx muttered something about therapy.
I have done well.
I wish they would stop touching my hair, though. I put a lot of effort into my hair. I have to very carefully craft it with the styling gel I steal from the corner store and it must be maintained throughout the day. In fact, that's why I left the Masquerade early so I could redo my hair, except I got a bit lost. I found the shop eventually, but by then it was so late I didn't feel like going back. And that stupid cow spent the whole night looking for me. She doesn't really care if I'm gone, she just doesn't want to look bad.
I hope her therapist solves nothing and then charges her 90 an hour, that's what I think of her.
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Posted: Sat Sep 08, 2007 8:50 am
Amryx entry August 17th, 2007
Well, I'm back in the real world. I hope people don't ask about the time I spent with the hippies. They were nice and all, but they were so weird. I suppose I took a little too long of a vacation, but it sure was nice to not have responsibilities for awhile.
Speaking of responsibility, why did I obey my sense of it and rescue Adrian from the ditch? It seems like he was... happier there or something. How could you be happy living in a hole in the ground? Surely the shop isn't that bad of a place to live, is it?
- Amryx Adrian entry A day spent away from my ditch is too long. I don't want to be reminded of it.
I wish Amryx never came back, honestly. I was happy in that ditch. It was nice and dark and it didn't smell too bad and nobody ever looked in it, so I didn't have to deal with people. It was a great place to write emo poetry. I almost put up a book. And then that fat cow decides she doesn't want to be a hippie anymore and drags me out of my dark pit of despair. Who asked her if she could do that? I wish I could hate someone so much that they would die.
... OK, not really. That sounds like it would take too much effort.
I think the worse part about this is that I have to put up with Ment again. Why does he talk to me? He knows I don't like him because he's too bright and colorful and cheerful, why doesn't he talk to the other Scents, so that he doesn't bother me and they don't bother me and we all get along.
Stupid Ment. Stupid Amryx. Stupid shop.
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Posted: Sat Sep 08, 2007 8:54 am
Adrian entry - August 18th What does it matter what the date is? In the end, all is for naught.
Well, I finally found out what the scent May bought turned into. I was right, she should have picked a better scent. Mango is boring. Or Tango is boring. What kind of a name is Tango? I almost pity the kid, except he punched me, so I don't feel like pitying him anymore.
I don't know why he punched me either. He touched my hair! Of course I had to scream at him! And then he had the nerve to tackle me onto the ground and ruin my hair more when I hit him back! The nerve of it all. Well, he didn't tell Amryx about it, so I guess that's good enough for me. If he ever did that, stupid Amryx would lock me in a closet.
... Hmmm. Actually, that doesn't sound like a bad idea. I'm going to try that.
Anyway, the only good part of the day was me meeting May again. It was very fun to watch her shrivel away in fear from me. It's a nice feeling, actually. I should visit her more often.
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Posted: Sat Sep 08, 2007 8:58 am
Adrian entry - September 7th The days drag by. The weeks drag by. Never to return. So why bother writing them down?
It takes too much effort to find my ditch. So I dug myself a new one. Well, I tried to, but digging a ditch takes too much effort. I didn't like the closet too much because people open that and then yell at me when they find me curled up on the bottom, but I guess it takes less effort to find a closet no one uses than dig a hole in the dirt.
Speaking of dirt, people wonder why I don't like the other Scents. Well, Anastasia is why! Stupid girl offers to help me dig a ditch, and that's HER fault because she offered, but then she gets distracted by a disgusting bug and then throws a spider at me because I was TRYING to be nice and get it off of her! Who wants bugs on them? She's so weird. Maybe she's crazy or something. Must have escaped from some home or something like that.
She ruined my hair. I'm going to get her for that.
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Posted: Fri Sep 14, 2007 3:15 pm
Maturity Prompt (Required To Teach Teen Stage) Learning how to be responsible is an important part of growing up. In order for your scent to mature into a teen, they need to prove that they are capable of taking responsibility for themselves and/or others. That said, your scent comes home one day with an amazing story that shows how responsible they are. They have rescued a cat, saved up enough money to buy themselves something nice, or saved the world from an evil wizard that tried to divide by zero. Whether it was ultimately to serve themselves or others, your scent's tale will show traits of maturity that will let them blossom into angry, hormone-driven monsters that act nothing like the sweet children that you fondly remember having. Be as creative as you'd like with their story, and remember:RESPONSIBLITY, DO YOU HAS IT?!
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Posted: Sun Sep 16, 2007 11:07 pm
After the disaster that happened with Anastasia, Adrian clearly didn't want to continue digging his own ditch. That took too much effort and drew way too much attention to him. He didn't want to deal with another cretin like Anastasia, at any rate. So instead of digging his own ditch or finding a new one (which also took too much effort and invited unwanted company. He might meet someone worse than Tango this time), Adrian opted for the next best thing: the cramped space at the bottom of the closet.
The problem was that, as always, Amryx had stuff on the bottom of the closet that was designated for them. He had no idea how a woman who came into the shop with nothing but the clothes on her back managed to pick up so much... stuff over the past few months. Clothes, towels, and useless band memorabilia from her recent hippie days.
Well, certainly nothing that she was going to miss. Adrian was prompt in getting all the useless band memorabilia crap out of the space at the bottom of the closet, and even though that also took more effort than it should have, Adrian was rewarded rather quickly and found himself happily (or as happy as an emo child could be) wedged in the comfortable space.
Ah, this was perfect! It was small, dark, enclosed and the only thing he had to endure was Amryx opening it every morning to get a towel. But she wouldn't notice him anyway – she was far too dumb for that.
But there was one small problem in his otherwise perfect plan: How the hell was he supposed to explain all the useless band memorabilia lying outside in garbage bags? Amryx was a bit of a packrat, in that everything that passed through her hands was automatically to be treasured no matter how useless it was or how much it didn't want to be placed under her care (clearly, her packrat tendencies included keeping Adrian around), and once she found out her precious useless band memorabilia was in a dump or on it's way, he was never going to hear the end of it.
“Oh well,” He mumbled out loud. “That's what she gets for keeping useless things in spaces that other people are supposed to use.”
But she was just so annoying when she found something of hers missing...
“But it's not my problem,” Adrian argued to himself. “That fat cow could do with less stuff. She never actually looks at it.”
But that isn't the point! You can't just throw away things that are precious to Amryx without expecting some kind of horrible backlash.
“Yes I can,” Adrian frowned at the sudden realization that some disembodied voice was lecturing at him about what was right and wrong. What was that weird thing? It was something most people had...
A conscience, dear Adrian! I am your conscience!
“No you're not! I don't have one!” Adrian panicked, scrambling out of the space in the closet in bewilderment. Was he hearing things? It must have been stupid Ment or something, playing tricks on him again!
No, I assure you, I am your conscience, and you must get Amryx's things before they are thrown away! Or I will badger you constantly about how you threw away her precious memories of her hippie days!
“I DON'T CARE!” Adrian screamed, putting his hands to his ears. “LALALALA, I CAN'T HEAR YOU, DISEMBODED VOICE THAT CLAIMS TO BE MY CONSIENCE!”
The emo child figured that he could simply walk away from the source of the voice. It must have come from the closet. Maybe it was haunted. He should call those people. What were they called? Priests or something? Though he also heard that they liked touching little boys, so maybe -
You cannot just walk away from me, Adrian! It is wrong to throw away things that belong to other people without their permission!
No matter where he went, that terrible voice followed, nagging him on how horrible Amryx would feel, and how would he feel if someone threw away his emo poetry without his permission, and how it wasn't time for her to come back home and if he moved rally quickly, he could save the items before the trashmen came to pick it up, and...
“SHUT UP! SHUT UP! I DON'T CARE ABOUT ANYONE'S FEELINGS! I CAN'T, I DON'T HAVE ANY!” Adrian screamed at the air, running through the halls even faster and passing by a very confused Ment. He couldn't hear anything anymore but that blasted voice and it was just nagging on and on and it was so very annoying and he couldn't have a conscience, that meant he had to feel bad about making other people miserable and that was horrible and he had to find a way to get rid of it before it drove him insane!
Yes you do, dear Adrian! And I will never shut up, because I am here to guide your moral growth and I will never stop pestering you every time you do something wrong! Now be a responsible child and put Amryx's things back where they belong, and then maybe you can go apologize to Anastasia for being a jerk and apologize for Tango for punching him and apologize to May for calling her fat.
“AUUUUUUUGH!”
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When Amryx came back that day after a round of shopping, she found that not only was her closet neatly tidied and ordered, but the rest of their living space had been cleaned. The bed was made, the floors were scrubbed, and the laundry was done. And Adrian was lying on the ground in a fetal position, hands cupped over his ears and muttering something about 'that blasted voice'.
Now, Amryx knew that Olivia obviously did not do this cleaning. She couldn't imagine Ment did either, because if Ment did, the room would smell obnoxiously like peppermint and her décor would have been changed to bright colors and other such happy things. And unless she had developed the ability to be two places at once without realizing it, Amryx knew she did not clean this room herself.
That just left... no way. It was not possible.
“Adrian? Did you...” Amryx started, only to receive a baleful howl from Adrian.
“IT TOLD ME TO!” He looked genuinely anguished, instead of the normal “I'm sort of emo but not really” look he usually had. “My conscience... it wouldn't leave me alone. It told me that I had to get your stuff that I threw out back. But oh no, it wasn't done with that! It said that you would be happy if all that laundry that had piled up was done, and if the beds were made, and if the floor was scrubbed, and ... and... AND THEN IT TRIED TO MAKE ME APOLOGIZE TO THAT BRAT ANASTASIA AND THAT IDIOT TANGO AND THAT FAT MAY!”
Listening to Adrian's tirade, Amryx quirked an eyebrow. Adrian had a conscience...? Whatever he had, it was causing him to do good things and this was obviously against Adrian's nature, perhaps his very existence. This couldn't be good for him.
“If it makes you feel better, that usually goes away when you get to your teen years.”
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Posted: Wed May 07, 2008 12:40 am
Adrian entry - May 7th, 2008 I never plan to read these again, since there's no point in reliving the past. Hence, there is no point in leaving a date.
I knew I shouldn't have let Amryx out of my sight. I was assaulted by some random woman in the supermarket with pepperspray today - PEPPERSPRAY, isn't that illegal?! - and she goes and befriends the woman. They were having coffee and muffins!
I knew she was planning s**t behind my back. It's not safe to be around her anymore. She doesn't give a damn about me and I bet she's secretly plotting behind my back. I need to get to her before she gets to me.
I also need to pay Tango a visit and pay him back for that black eye he gave me before I grew up. Won't he be surprised?
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Posted: Tue Jun 03, 2008 9:12 am
Adrian Entry: June 03, 2008 AREN'T I SUPPOSED TO GET A PHONE CALL IN HOLDING? WHAT'S WRONG WITH THESE PEOPLE?
They can't send me to jail. I'm still underaged, right? i'd go to Juvie, right? This s**t isn't bad enough to get me in jail, is it? I KNOW WHAT THEY DO TO PEOPLE LIKE ME IN JAIL.
If I ever get out of here alive, I'm going to find that kid and beat her a** in.
Wait, that would actually get me in ******** class="clear">
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