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 Posted: Wed Jun 27, 2007 10:20 am
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Posted: Wed Jun 27, 2007 10:24 am
Writes Like A Kid
Random bit
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Posted: Wed Jun 27, 2007 10:26 am
Smile For The Camera
Random bit
...This shut most of the University Emergency Committee up. Querida was the most powerful wizard in the world and she had a special feeling for snakes--
“HEYY ALEK!”
Alek looked up from his book towards the sound of Marius’s voice. “What’d’ya wa--”
FLASH.
Alek jolted, lost his balance, and fell sideways out of his chair with a thud. Blinking blackness out of his eyes, he was vaguely aware of Marius hovering somewhere above him, saying something in a half concerned, half amused way. Following his impulses, Alek took hold of the nearest small object--a stuffed sheep--and threw it in Marius’s face. Marius sputtered and dodged, sheep falling harmlessly to the floor.
“What’ja do that for?” Marius asked, keeping a wary eye on Alek. Alek sat up and shook his head, irritation written across his face.
“Well--” he began loudly, lowering his voice when Anala complained sleepily, “well, what’d you do that for? That was a stupid bright light, and you scared me, stupid, and I fell, and you were laughing, I heard you. Jeez. What do you want?” Alek made as though he was going to throw another stuffed animal at Marius, but changed his mind and instead put the spongy Pikachu in his lap.
“I’m taking pictures for dad,” Marius said, waving the digital camera he held for emphasis. “You never keep a straight face in front of the camera, so I thought it’d be better to take you by surprise.” Marius took a seat in Alek’s vacated chair, crossing his legs and leaning forward. He made a face at Alek and grinned. “Not my fault you’re jumpy.”
“Jerk,” Alek quipped, annoyance fading away. “You still shouldn’t’ve used the flash. It’s light enough in here, isn’t it? And I can too keep a straight face.” He stuck his tongue out.
“Oh yeah?” Marius said, tilting his head teasingly. He held the camera out in front of him, looking at his brother through the viewfinder. “C’mon then, let’s see ya do it. Look serious now!”
Those last few words were like a jinx. Until Marius had uttered them, Alek had been successfully schooling his face to impassiveness. Now, it was an epic, futile struggle to keep his face blank. Marius raised an eyebrow at him as his mouth twitched, silently counting backwards from five. Then a feeling of mirth bubbled up from Alek’s chest, sending him into a gale of laughter that knocked him onto his back and sent him rolling on the floor. Marius raised both eyebrows and smiled, shrugging in a way that clearly said ‘I told you so.’
“Really, what’s so funny anyway? You do this every time,” Marius drawled, crouching beside Alek’s shaking, curled up form. Alek looked up, teary-eyed, saw the camera, and immediately continued to howl with laughter.
“…Ma’? Wha’ Al laughin’ at?” Anala mumbled, sitting up in bed. She rubbed her eyes blearily, yawning. She made a face. “Too lou’.”
Marius smiled, getting up to go sit beside her. “Ah, that’s just Alek being Alek. Laughing at no one but himself, really.” At Alek’s loud, shaky protest, Marius stuck his tongue out, grinning playfully. Feeling Anala lean on him, he looked down and ruffled the sleepy girl’s hair. “Sorry, but ya gotta wake up, kiddo. I need to take pictures of you too.” Anala looked up at him, not quite comprehending. “Dad hasn’t seen you yet and hasn’t seen Alek or me for a long time. I’m taking pictures for him.” He waved the camera in one hand, keeping Anala upright with the other. The child looked like she was going to fall asleep again any moment.
Anala fell forwards instead of back, face in the blanket. She stayed there a while, then sat up again, slouching. “...Ok,” she mumbled.
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Anala giggled, watching Alek and Marius from where she sat on the couch. Now that the three of them had taken a picture together and given up all hope of Alek being serious, the two brothers were goofing off. At first the two had merely made faces at the camera, but now they’d pulled out the stops. Anala wasn’t quite sure what the two were doing, but she didn’t think the fake moustache, sunglasses, top hat, and shark fin had anything to do with the boys’ father. As she looked on, they posed, snapping a whimsical photo.
Turning away from the pair, Anala gazed instead at the many boxes now scattered around the living room. A few were already open, contents scattered about--knickknacks, glasses, hats. When she slipped off the couch to look through boxes herself, she found strange pencils and paints. Marius smiled when he saw them, a bright, sunny, smile that brought the image of ominous thunderclouds to mind.
+++
“I look stupid.”
“What are you talking about--snick--you look great. Marvelous.”
“I have just about every color of the rainbow on my face. All you’ve got are--”
“Flowers and hearts and butterflies. It’s almost what you got, and anyway you laughed at me first.”
“...”
“Your glare does nothing, yanno. And Anala’s having fun, c’mon.”
“Don’t you mean you’re having fun? Most of this--unicorn barf was your doing. Flower boy.”
“Your words wound me. Fairy face. Anala came up with it though.”
“Al, whassa fare face?”
“Fairy face. Hold still.”
“Fair-ee-face.”
“Very good. Ma’s a fairy face, call’im that whenever. Now, look at the camera and don’t blink.”
“Alek--”
“Fairy face! ...Al okay?”
"Alek it's not that funny! Get up!"
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Posted: Sun Jul 08, 2007 1:13 pm
Pictures
Random bitSome guy, somewhere, is going to get something nice to go with his coffee.
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Posted: Wed Aug 01, 2007 12:42 pm
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Posted: Thu Aug 30, 2007 3:35 pm
Dustdustdust
JournalAlways with the dust when I pick this thing up. Geez. (I suppose this means I should stop putting things in great mountainous piles.) School started up again, and the summer was okay. Got a letter from dad, took some pictures, met a lot of people a few weeks back (I think.) Can't remember any names right now though. P: (I suppose this is what I get for not writing them down right away, but I couldn't find this thing.) Had a monster of a cold, but no one else caught it, so that's good. I managed to burn soup during that time, finally got banned from the kitchen.
Anala has a toy plane now. Marius got it for her. Not sure if I'm happy about that...she likes it, but it makes this really loud, obnoxious noise. It gets kinda annoying when she won't put it down. She's been trying to walk a lot these past few days, too. She falls down a lot, but no injuries (yet.) We're keeping an eye on her but one of these days, I swear--Anyway. We're thinking of maybe putting her in a daycare (as much as auntie likes her, it might be better for her to play with kids her own age) except that we'll have to run it by dad first, and dad's been hard to catch these past few. Gah. She's starting to expand her vocabulary too, 'cos of Marius's games. Mostly just attack and combo names, though, so it's more funny than anything.
I'll try not to lose this again. Should keep better track of things. We'll see how long that lasts. xD A.E.
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Posted: Sat Sep 29, 2007 3:30 pm
Boring Daily Life
JournalAhhh, math. I have come to realize that I dislike it. Very, very much. School is the usual, though I think this year everyone is slightly more sleep deprived. I suppose that's why I always thought the upperclassmen seemed a little crazy--they consistently lack sleep and then vwoop, there goes their brain.
Setting that aside, though...
I'm not entirely sure what happened to the daycare thing. I think auntie told dad about it, but it's been a while now, and I don't think it takes that long to think. Right? I dunno, maybe he forgot about it. It'd be a lot like him to; I'm pretty sure he's still rather busy. Dad + Busy = Memory like swiss cheese. Sorta. Anala's starting to get the hang of walking; it's only a few steps til the splat but it's better than what she was doing before. Probably won't be too much longer before we have to start worrying about her being more mobile; I can keep up with her now and walking probably won't make much difference, but when she starts running...world beware. Eh.
On another note, I think Anala's been having a lot of bad dreams lately, and I'm not sure why. Too many video games, perhaps? Not that she wakes up crying or anything but...she wakes up in a bad mood, and makes all these faces in her sleep that I don't like the look of, and she rolls around a lot--we checked on her the other day, and if the top bunk didn't have a railing she would have rolled right off. She's gonna be sharing the bottom bunk with me for the time being; we wanna see if this'll make any difference.A.E.
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Posted: Sat Nov 10, 2007 5:49 pm
Good Night, Sleep Tight
Dream
Anala can’t see what’s going on, but she can feel her limbs moving in rhythm across a warm, hard floor, in time to the strangest tune she’s ever heard. She tries to stop, to ask what in world is going on, but her body keeps going on without her, caught up in what it’s doing. Anala struggles and yells and fusses the best she knows how, but it’s futile. Miffed, she settles down and goes along for the ride. She can hear her heart pounding in her ears and feel distantly the excitement of being able to dance (dance?), coupled with the small wish that perhaps this time, this time, she’ll get it just so, be good enough for his approval.
Anala isn’t sure who 'he' is, but noting the exhaustion coming over her body, hopes that he is worth the effort.
The music stops abruptly, and suddenly she can see her feet as her knees try to keep from folding. She hears a sound, sweetly bursting with dissatisfaction; her gaze is wrenched upward, and she gets a strange sense of déjà vu looking up at a woman she feels she’s seen before, who she ought to know. Mother, her mind quips. She feels her mouth quirking into a wry smile as Mother’s mouth opens and a tirade pours out.
Anala tunes her out after a few minutes, though she feels herself nodding and “Yes, mother”-ing at intervals. Sighing internally, Anala wonders what she’s doing here. She doesn’t have a mother, as far as she knows; Alek never mentioned one. Nor does she know how to dance, or what ‘dance’ is, though the word seems tantalizingly familiar. Feeling her feet scuff the floor, she wonders whose body this is.
Then the scene shifts, and, startled, she rolls to avoid the sword coming down over her head. Looking up, she sees eyes like glass marbles and a grin like the Cheshire Cat, put against a backdrop of burnt houses and frantic, screaming people. Shaking, Anala gets to her feet and turns to flee.
“Running again, murderer? Run run run, as fast as you can, but you won’t be getting away from me.”
She gets half a second to wonder what she’s supposed to do before something strikes her between the shoulder blades and sends her sprawling. A boot knocks her skull against the blood spattered street, and the derision in their laugh is clear.
“Time to pay for the life you stole, little girl. Now die, and never come back.”
+++
“Hey Anala! You ok?”
Anala froze, opening her eyes. It was dark in the room, but enough street-light filtered in through the blinds to allow her to see Alek’s shape sitting up beside her. She sat up too, loosening her grip on Alek’s sleeve and rubbing an eye blearily. Alek smiled sympathetically, mussing her hair.
“You have a bad dream, Anala? You were flailing something fierce just now.”
Anala digested the words quietly, the memories of her dream swirling together and fading away. Did she have a bad dream?
“No...s’ok. Dun think so.”
“...All right then.” A pat on the head. “Then go back to sleep, ok? It’s pretty late.”
“Nnkay. G’nigh, Al.”
“Good night.”
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Posted: Sat Nov 10, 2007 5:56 pm
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Posted: Fri Dec 21, 2007 5:35 pm
Holidays are here~
JournalAnala fell off the bunk yesterday. I'm still wondering how she managed to do it--when we went to bed yesterday, she was on the inside. I think... Scared the crap out of us with her yelling, though, let me tell you.
Christmas is getting closer and closer...I wonder if Dad'll make it this year? No tree this year. Marius made one out of paper and stuck it to the wall, though, and we put the presents next to it. Speaking of presents, Anala's been pretty excited about getting hers; I'm surprised she hasn't tried opening them early yet. Among other things, I made them some stuff this year (hopefully, they didn't grow very much between now and then). I wonder if Marius got me another one of those pranked boxes...A.E. P.S. Marius will not stop singing Jingle Bells. It is starting to really drive me up the wall.
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Posted: Fri Jan 18, 2008 9:16 pm
Dialogue
Random bit/getting back to the groove bit
“Fang Blae!”
“Anala...”
“Fang Blae, Fang Blae!”
“Anala c’mon, that’s not gonna work you know.”
“Lighsper Cannon!”
“Okay, so you don’t want to eat your broccoli. Attempting to use an arte on it with your fork isn’t going to make it go away, so stop playing with your food.”
“Is fun...”
“Yes, well, stop. Stop now. Say ahh.”
“Buu.”
“Anala, it’s this or spinach. I’m not sure what a spinach cheese puff is, but Marius is going to make some, ‘cuz of that book dad brought with him--And when he makes it, I’ll make him give some to you.”
“Spinich cheese?”
“Yes. Spinach cheese.”
“Wier.”
“So, what’ll it be?”
“...”
“Anala? What’re you--”
“...Blesse Drops!”
“Egh! Anala, don’t throw things!”
“Nyahhh.”
“Anala...”
“Yike...! What’s all this on the floor?”
“Dad, she won’t eat her broccoli.”
“...And hence, the floor...?”
“Well--”
“Surpri attack! Hi, Da!”
“Wagh!”
“Anala, don’t throw things at dad...”
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Posted: Fri Jan 18, 2008 9:41 pm
Braid
Dream
Sunlight streamed in through an open window, accompanied by the sounds of the sea. Sitting before a vanity, Mother chattered on inanely as Anala plaited her hair from behind. Although occasionally, the older woman would ask Anala for opinions and affirmation, she seemed more content to talk at her, blue eyes twinkling merrily. Anala, for the most part, tuned the lady out, letting her dream self go through its movements as she tried to find things to think about.
Like Mother’s hair, for example. Mother’s hair was very pretty and very long, but in Anala’s opinion did not do much besides give Mother really, really long black hair to make Anala make braids out of. Going well past the small of the woman’s back, it seemed to Anala almost too long, for what would she ever need with all that hair? If it was to look beautiful with, she already had her pale complexion and clear blue eyes to work with... Glancing up at the mirror, Anala found Mother gazing at her pensively.
“Are you quite all right, dear? You don’t look well.”
Anala felt her eyebrows rise. “Yes, I’m fine.”
“Well, if you’re sure...” Mother trailed off and shrugged, smiling. “Then did you hear--” Continuing on, she shifted in her seat, enough so that Anala could get a clear view of herself in the mirror.
If Anala had control over her voice just then she would have yelled, but as it were, all she could do was sit and stare as her fingers kept moving on. In the mirror was a patchwork girl, sewn together with threads of flame. Brown hair grew alongside black, pale skin alongside tanned. Even her eyes were mismatched: one eye was gold, the other blue. But--that wasn’t right. Anala glanced down at her arms. According to her reflection, she ought to have a seam right along the side, but her skin was all one shade, unmarked. Odd.
“Well, yes, that is very fascinating and all, isn’t it?” Feathers rustled behind her and she jumped, falling out of her seat--
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Tumbling from the bed, Anala landed in a heap of blankets. Staring at nothing in dazed irritation, Anala was distantly aware of the sounds of Alek and Marius stirring. Feeling sleep come over her again, she pulled her arm out from underneath her, to check her stitches--stitches?--and, seeing nothing, curled up and drifted off again.
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Posted: Tue Mar 04, 2008 3:12 pm
Expand Your Vocabulary!
Nonsensical writing exercise...and also, tweaking a little bit.
In retrospect, Alek thought, they really should have anticipated this sooner. Anala had, recently mastered the ability to walk—sure, she was still a wee bit shaky at times, but she could get around. More importantly, she could reach things she couldn’t previously. That included the doorknob. Neither of the two brothers had thought she would be able to work the thing, though, and so only locked the bottom, as they usually did during the daytime. But if Anala was anything, she was watchful and observant—and had seen them open the door dozens of times.
Ruffling his hair anxiously as he limped around the apartment buildings, he only hoped Anala had remained nearby, where one of the neighbors had seen her. So far, no such luck but—
A familiar shout, followed by an unfamiliar string of expletives and a painful sounding thud. Sucking in a breath, Alek hurried around a corner, the sounds of a fistfight reaching his ears—and nearly tripped over Anala. Barefoot and in navy blue, hand-sewn pajamas, the child looked on with mixed fascination and apprehension as two kids tussled on the concrete before her. “’Ey! Weitaminnit!” She looked back at Alek’s startled noise and half-smiled at him, then frowned slightly, thinking. Pointing at the ongoing fight, she chirped, “’Ey, ‘ey Al, wassa basserd?” She waved her hands at his dumbstruck expression, elaborating. “’Cuz, cuz, we’re talkin’ an’ then he says she’s stupid an’ stuff and she call’im a bir’ brains an’ he callser a idit an’ she call’im a basserd and hitt‘im like tha--” She mimicked a kick to the stomach and slipped, Alek caught her absently, still trying to process her words. “--an’ then he says a whole lotta lou’ stuff an’ then they’re doing something. Like-like in Sou Califer. Or Tales. ‘Cept no sticks. Um, um...fightin’, righ’?” She looked up at Alek for confirmation.
Steadying Anala until she could stand upright, Alek bit back a loud and slightly vulgar exclamation. Limping forward until the two children were an arm’s length away, he gave a fleeting wish for good luck, grabbed something, and pulled. Startled and cursing, one of the two combatants fell back against Alek’s legs, dragging his opponent down with him. Alek stumbled but kept a firm grip on the kid’s hair, raising his eyebrows at the glares aimed at him.
“What’s going on here?”
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Posted: Fri Mar 07, 2008 5:58 pm
Things that go boom
Andrae's arrival--journal entryMarius brings home the wierdest things. I swear.
He got this wierd record a while back, and he took it out with him to some wierd...appointment, and then he brought it back all scratched. And. It blew up.
There's this kid with us now. His name is Andrae. He's not a baby, thank goodness--one is enough, no offense to Anala.
I guess I should be more wierded out than I am. But this is Gaia, which is wierd anyway. And, I dunno, maybe I'm still in shock or something.
I need to stop saying wierd so much. But it is. A.E.
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Posted: Fri Jun 13, 2008 5:16 pm
On Getting Taller
'Change' post? In which they may or may not be a bit OOC
The first thing Anala noticed waking up was the draft. Normally, it wouldn’t be her problem; Alek could get it, since he was sleeping on the outside. Turning over, she curled up tighter and waited, trying to get back to sleep. When minutes ticked by with no change, Anala grumbled irritably. Opening her eyes, she sat up, stretched, and climbed over Alek to get at the window. For once, this went smoothly--she didn’t trip and fall her brother-guardian trying to get out of bed, and she was able to reach the window without having to climb the bunk bed’s ladder.
Wait a minute.
Looking down at herself in the early morning light, Anala realized why she could do that--her limbs were longer, she’d gotten taller. Her clothes only just fit now, but that shouldn’t be a problem if she and Andrae were around the same size--speaking of which.
Letting the recently sleep-deprived Alek and Marius continue sleeping, Anala crept out of the room towards the living room, where Andrae’s futon was. Noting that he’d actually unfolded the thing into a bed rather than a chair, for once, Anala smiled mischievously. She’d wanted to do this since forever. Taking a running jump, she landed on the futon with a clang, narrowly missing the ditty, and half-shouted, "Gooood morning, Rae-rae-face! Guess what, guess what?"
Andrae groaned and screwed his eyes shut, rolling closer to the wall. "...Innit too early, ‘Nala? What’re you doing outta bed? What time is it?"
Anala adjusted so she was sitting cross-legged, staring down at Andrae’s face. "I dunno, I just got up, and I don’t know how to read the clock, remember? Anyway, I need you to get up for a second, c’mon!"
"No."
"C’moooooonn. Please?"
"Why?"
"I need to check an’ see how tall I am!"
"How tall you’re--you’re shorter than me, you know, by a lot. Still were yesterday. You’re not gonna just get taller overni--" Rolling over to face Anala as he spoke, Andrae opened his eyes to glare blearily at her--he was not a morning person, darn it--and cut off into stunned silence at her newfound height. He sat up, rubbing his eyes with his palms. "...Okay. Well. Maybe you do just get taller overnight." Leaning back on his hands, the boy looked her over and raised his eyebrows. "You’re gonna need new clothes. Tell ‘em yet?"
Anala shook her head. "Didn’ wanna wake them up. ‘Cause, yanno, last night they looked like this." She made a face, trying to imitate Marius and Alek on two hours of sleep, eliciting a sort of laugh-yawn from Andrae. "I was thinking maybe I could borrow some of your stuff, if we’re about the same. So get up."
"Whatever..."
...
"...Anala, are you taller than me?"
"Hey, it’s only by a little. Relax."
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