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 Posted: Fri Apr 06, 2007 8:29 pm
__Part 1
"In here," Carrie said easily as she stepped through the front door of the rather fragrant shop, "This is where I bought the Polly-oil." She looked back and smiled to her friend, more to make sure she was still there than anything else.
Polly yawned and clung to his mother's shoulder. Naps were good, except when they made you more tired than you started out.
Following after, slightly sullen on principle of having to leave her house and be exposed to the outside world, Evie still managed an interested look around.
"Huh. Not quite the evil laboratory I was expecting," she said, ignoring the urge to sneeze as a mix of sweet smells hit her in the face.
It was close to closing time and Olivia was in the back counting up the money from the customers of early in the day. She usually didn't expect people to show up this late as most were at home snug in their beds, but apparently she was mistaken.
Ment was sitting in the front, pretending to be some sort of congressman as he talked to himself while look amongst a small display of glass burners, "And if you elect me president I'll make sure you get double deserts for dinner! And make sure they're not crappy like 'Livia's!"
Dessert?
"Ment! Ment!" Polly called out, wriggling in his mother's grasp and suddenly awake, "Ment, I want dessert!"
Carrie placed the child on the ground and he scampered away to his friend. She waved to Ment and turned to Evie, giving an eerie sort of grin.
"Let's go sniff us some children."
Toying with the cord of her headphones, Evie looked around again, this time uncertainly. A kid? She could barely handle a cat.
"Okay," she said, trailing after Carrie. After all, she didn't have to light the thing. She could still buy one and keep it for aesthetic reasons....whatever they happened to be.
Polly giggled and squeezed Ment hard, grinning from ear to ear.
"I missed you too! Look, look, that's my mommy's friend Evie! She says bad words."
Carrie laughed slightly as she moved to the rack of scents, uncapping one, looking revolted, and placing it back where it had been.
"Only occasionally," Evie said, facing a rack next to Carrie and investigatively sniffing at something named 'passionfruit'. "Bleagh....er. No offense," she said to the oil, wrinkling her nose as she put it back.
Ment blinked at both Carrie and Evie and looked bakc to Polly, "Is your mommy buying another Scent?" He asked, looking back to the lady who said the bad words, "'Livia says bad words too sometimes....Like when I break things."
"Nope! She's showin' Evie where she found me," Polly replied, nodding, and then added, "Evie said bad words at a squirrel once."
"Horror? What does horror smell like?" Carrie wondered aloud and lifted the vial to her nose, sniffed, pulled away; sniffed again and looked down in confusion.
She wasn't sure if she liked it or not.
Mulling around and sniffing at things occasionally, Evie drifted away from the flowery scents and back over to the more conventional fruity stuff. Hmm, pineapple, pear, blueberry...drat, no pomegranate. Though, the neon green one looked interesting. She picked it up and glanced at the name.
"Oooooh! Kiwi! I love kiwi," she said, picking up the vial and peering at it closer.
By now Olivia had heard the many voices coming from the front of her shop and came to investigate. Noticing Carrie again she smiled and waved, "Hello! Back again I see..." She murmured, also giving Polly a smile, "Hello, Pollux."
Ment looked over at his 'mother' and stuck his tongue out at her, "Polly's Mommy and her friend are here to look around! ISN'T IT EXCITING!?" He boomed, a small devilish grin on his face and he shook in place form the overwhelming amount of happy he was currently feeling.
"'Lo, Olivia," Carrie smiled and waved, and then thought for a rather quiet moment, "Hey...do these all turn into kids? I mean...has every oil you've sold?"
"Mommy says she doesn't want 'nother kid, though. I kinda wanna little brother 'r sister," Polly said, clearly upset by this notion. Not that his mommy wasn't awesome company, it's just that sometimes you needed someone to go shopping with who wasn't completely apathetic.
Evie half-turned her head, listening uninvited to the conversation, the vial of kiwi oil still in her hands. If it was just a one-in-one hundred kind of deal, she supposed she could buy it without worrying over the consequences.
"I....I really don't know." Olivia admitted, scratching the back of her head. "I've sold a lot recently, only a few people have stepped forward saying their oils have turned into children...I honestly am not sure." She murmured looking over at Ment and Polly once more. "I have been trying to find who is responsible though....With no luck, but I've been trying."
Olivia sighed, rubbing the back of her neck. She assumed business was going to begin to slow dramatically with the news that her oils spouted children.
"Really? Would you bring them over so we can all play together?" Ment questioned, glimmers of hope in his eyes.
"Sure! Iffen I get--"
"Huh. I'll take this one, then. There's always a chance it won't be a kid, right?"
"--one." Polly beamed with delight. It might not be a little brother or sister...but it might be one!
Encouraged by the odds, Evie held up the vial to exhibit to anyone bothering to watch.
"I do believe I shall be purchasing this," she said eloquently to anyone listening. "Kiwi makes me happy inside."
She dug out her wallet, ignoring that oft-abused practical side of her mind that was currently shrieking about how she was spending her food money for the week on scented oil.
"Yes. Always the chance." Olivia smiled, delighted when she heard both girls would be buying something. Yes! She shrieked in her mind, I'll have enough money this week to buy that fancy curling iron I saw! Now more curlers for my hair! Olivia made her way over to the cash register to ring them up, ignoring the nagging thoughts in her mind about how she's a sucker for money and the like.
Ment smiled, but kept his mouth shut when the two proclaimed their buying intentions. He'd be scaring away some business by calling the oils his brothers and sisters and wishing people well with their new babies. Olivia didn't want this anymore, so she promised to give him an allowance if he'd kept his mouth shut. This pleased Ment...As he could now buy pretty bowties for his hair...
Carrie laughed at Evie's usual contradiction in speech and nudged the older girl out of the way.
"You need that to nourish your frail mortal form," she said matter-of-factly, "Imma buy it for you, Art Student. Consider it a late birthday present. Like...really late." She went to the cash register and hurriedly started digging through her pockets, trying to find the proper amount of money before Evie could object.
"But-!"
Evie made to protest, mouth opening, finger pointing sternly, and even putting her free hand on her hip, but then the urge just died. Ah well.
"Sneak," she said in mock accusation, putting her feeble collection of bills back into a wallet that was more rubber bands and duct tape than leather.
Olivia smiled at ths, finding the exchange a nice refreshment between people than what she was used to in these parts. Pushing a few buttons on her cash register she brang up their total. "Together that comes to fifty-five pieces."
Ment grabbed Polly's hand in excitement and and swung it back and forth with joy. "You should stop over more! It's so boring here!!" He put on his display of melodrama and clung to his friend in a pleaing position. "Come back to see me sometime..."
"Mmkay," Carrie nodded and shelled out the appropriate amount of moolah She turned then and smiled down to the boys. So cute.
"Okay!" Polly exclaimed excitedly and placed a friendly kiss atop Ment's head, "I will. I promise!"
He then leaned in close and whispered.
"And I'll bring my new baby sister or brother in as soon as he's born.
Poking at her newly purchased oil, Evie pushed her mouth to one side. It WAS kiwi, after all. The risk of finding an oil-child was well worth the momentary enjoyment of awesome kiwi-smell.
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Posted: Wed May 09, 2007 5:25 am
__Part 2
"Sooo...you're oil. How's that working out for you?"
The little vial, predictably, said nothing. Evie tapped the cap tentatively.
"Hello?" she said. "Anybody in there?"
In hindsight she was beginning to wonder if all of this wasn't just some gigantic joke. Really, c'mon...kids from oil? It sounded like something out of a fantasy story.
"Like the peach-boy," she said to herself, nodding as she remembered the story. Old couple find a giant peach in the river, bring it home to eat, cut it open only to find a child inside. The story had put her off peaches for life.
"So, little oil-thing," she said, putting the vial and burner on the counter. "Lets see if you don't put me off kiwi for life, eh?"
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Posted: Wed May 16, 2007 3:40 pm
Lighting Prompt (Required to reach Lit Scent stage) You have just purchased an oil burner and a specific scented oil from the Solace Scents shop and you can't wait to light it! Now that you're home, it's time to find the perfect place to light that scent! However, strange things seem to happen when you do... particulary with the smoke...
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Posted: Fri May 18, 2007 7:28 am
__Part 3 {Lighting Prompt}
It was currently so late at night that technically it was early morning. Evie, ever the insomniac, was multitasking.
Not doing it well, but multitasking.
"Close the door and drift away into a sea of uncertainty, where all your hopes and dreams have faded out of reach-" she sang under her breath, head bobbing to the music blaring out of her laptop's speakers. Her fingers danced over the keys as she wrote the paper that was due in less than seven or eight hours, beaming at her own craftiness at being able to put the project off until the last minute and still get it done. She was nearly finished when Oscar decided that his dinner was no longer going to stay in his stomach.
"HGLARK!"
"OSCAR!"
Evie jumped out of her computer chair, staring at the one-eyed and clubfooted cat in horror. Oscar licked his lips haughtily and flounced off, bottlebrush tail flicking.
"You miserable disgusting foul-" Evie sputtered, looking at the mess of Things She'd Rather Not Dwell On currently staining her floor. She half expected it to start eating through the wood like alien acid blood. "HNNNGH. Fine. I'll clean it up. Again."
Muttering rebelliously, nose wrinkling at the horrid smell, Evie cleaned. In no mood to finish her paper now and feeling quite ill from the disgusting chore, she washed her hands and pinched her nose shut.
"Ick," she said. "Need. Air. Freshener."
Her eyes fell on the kiwi oil. Hey, why not. Better fruit than cat fluid.
Pouring the oil into the burner, forgetting for the moment her initial misgivings about children and such, she lit it. Tangy kiwi scent sprang up at once and she took a deep breath, relieved.
"I win," she said to the cat, who had taken over her computer chair and had his singular amber eye fixed on the oil burner. "See? My magical burner of doom totally conquers your....um....oh dear."
Evie looked at the burner. The smoke was spiraling in a very unnatural way. Perfect nautilus-shell curls rose and wavered in the air, and the oil within bubbled, emitting a radioactive-like green glow.
"....crap."
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Posted: Tue Aug 07, 2007 10:34 am
Awakening Prompt (required to reach Child stage) Having run into your last ounce of oil, you mournfully place it into it's burner and light it, letting the aroma spread throughout your home happily. ------ [For Those Who Want To RP Witnessing The Event]You leave for a moment, deciding you felt peckish after smelling something so wonderful, and grabbed a snack from your kitchen. When you return you witness something absolutely amazing. The end result of the incident being a child on the floor of the room. Describe the sight, and the reactions of both you and the child at the end fo it all.------ [For Those Who Want To RP Finding The Child Only]Having remembered something you needed to do, you ran out of your home quickly, forgetting all about the burning oils inside. You return content, having completed your task only to find a small chidl wandering the halls of your home, leaving oily foot steps behind, leading to a cracked burner, and split candle wax. Describe your reaction, and how you deal with the oil tracking child.
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Posted: Tue Aug 07, 2007 8:31 pm
__Part 4 {Awakening Prompt}
Giving the oil a wary look, Evie's stomach gave a discontent growl and she winced, glancing at the clock. Three forty five in the morning. Hmm.
"Well....technically it's time for breakfast," she reasoned, giving the merrily glowing and spiral-smoking oil a last glance before heading into her tiny kitchen. Breakfast, she knew, was by far the most important meal of the day. The fact that she was going to have it at three in the morning was no-nevermind.
"Hmm...pie, pie....I know I have a a slice left in here," she muttered to herself, rummaging through the scant contents of her refrigerator. It took some effort, but she finally rescued the last remnants of an apple pie from the vegetable drawer, and turned on her heel to go back to desk to eat when she noticed something particularly odd.
"Why is my entire house filled with green light."
Oscar gave a long, low groaning sort of yowl, his one eye glinting malevolently from under Evie's desk as it eerily caught the light emanating joyfully from the oil burner. Evie dropped her pie.
The burner was like a miniature green sun, silvery-green spirals of smoke curling and wreathing the ceiling silkily and fogging the room so thickly it was impossible to discern a hand in front of one's face. Light streamed through breaks in the smoke, reminding Evie forcibly of neon lights and fog machines.
"Oscar?" she called feebly. The cat gave another yowl and a frightened hiss in response.
"NNNNNGH. Ohgodohgodohgod," Evie sputtered as the smoke grew thicker and the light much brighter, so bright she had to shield her eyes for fear of being struck blind. The light leached past her scrunched eyelids, dazzling her with brilliant green luminescence. "OHGODOHGODOHGOD!"
There was a sound of glass breaking, and something falling off the table and heavily onto the floor. It made a surprised, pained sort of noise, and Oscar hissed again.
"Kitty!"
Evie froze.
"Whuh?" she said intelligently, stumbling forward as the smoke oddly began to clear. She tripped over something small and landed flat on her face. "OW!"
"Owww...."
I'm ON TOP OF SOMETHING, Evie thought wildly, looking down.
A highly pale, highly green little girl looked back up.
Evie reacted the only sensible way she knew how.
"AAAAAAAIIIIIIIIIIGH!"
"AAAAAAAAAAAAARGH!"
And both girls jumped up, ran in opposite directions, and shut themselves away by turn in bathroom or in closet in terror.
Oscar, with an irritable throaty growl, plodded clumsily into the kitchen and began to nibble at Evie's abandoned pie.
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Posted: Wed Aug 22, 2007 8:11 pm
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Posted: Wed Aug 22, 2007 8:16 pm
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Posted: Thu Sep 06, 2007 7:36 pm
__Part 7
When Evie returned home, two days after the kiwi-child had popped out of the oil burner, she was in a genuine moral dilemma. She was disgusted with herself for how she was shunning the little girl - surely Carrie hadn't reacted so awfully when Pollux had appeared. But she was still wary, because, well...come on. A kid had appeared out of an oil burner. It was ******** creepy.
Jangling the door knob, which liked to stick and taunt whoever was trying to get into the apartment for several minutes before it finally gave up and turned, Evie squared her shoulders and took a deep breath. She would try to apologize to the girl for her behavior. It wasn't the kiwi-child's fault that Evie could be a selfish, inconsiderate b***h when the notion struck her.
"I'm home," she called, slinking into the apartment and throwing her bag onto the floor. She looked around, an unexpected knot forming in her throat. "...hello? Little....little kiwi-girl?"
The child was no where in sight. Evie frowned, wandering through the apartment...which looked as though it had been cleaned. The feeling of self-disgust deepened, mixed liberally with guilt. The kid had cleaned Evie's house.
"...hey....little girl?" Evie called again.
"In the kitchen!"
Kitchens had knives, Evie thought in a spurt of wariness before she could stop herself. Shaking off the rude thought, Evie went into the tiny kitchen.
"Um."
Anastasia looked up at Evie, holding a clumsily iced cake.
"Uh....w-welcome home," she said, looking away as she held the tiny cake up to Evie. It had taken lots of work to bake it, and quite a mess that Ana had had to clean up fairly quickly afterwards. Her black clothes were spattered with flour. "I...I madethisforyouandifyoudon'tlikeitit'sokay."
The words jumbled out in a rush, nearly intelligible. Evie blinked in astonishment, taking the proffered peace offering and looking at it, then slowly back down at Ana.
She doesn't like it, Ana thought despondently. No, no...she doesn't like me.
"I...I can go," she said in a tiny voice, trying to scamper past Evie.
Evie set the cake down on the counter and caught the little girl, picking her up and hugging her.
"I'm sorry," she said, voice muffled since her face was buried against the little girl's shoulder.
Stifling a surprised yelp, Ana stared at Evie in astonishment before smiling brightly, hugging the woman back.
"It's okay."
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Posted: Thu Sep 06, 2007 7:37 pm
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Posted: Mon Sep 10, 2007 9:17 am
__Part 9
Home that night, brooding over her newfound emotions of loathing and not liking them that much, Ana sat on the couch that Evie had turned into a really rather comfortable bed for her. The millipede was curled up in a tupperware container on the coffee table beside the sofa, apparently sleeping on the lettuce Ana had given it to eat. She looked at it, thinking about the disastrous events of the afternoon.
She didn't just dislike Adrian.
She hated him.
But she was frightened of the hatred. It made her feel ill, like she'd eaten something foul and it was festering in her belly. She didn't want to hate anyone. But he'd told her to kill the insect. And then he'd tried to kill it! She didn't want anything to die. It wasn't the millipede's fault it had been born a millipede. It just was. And now in her temper, throwing the spider that was now probably dead - Ana winced at the thought - she'd made an enemy in the process. The feeling of illness increased. She hated Adrian for his lack of interest or respect of life in something as completely innocent as the little millipede, but she felt an overwhelming disgust in herself for hating him at all. Head bowed as she curled up into a little ball, Ana sniffled once, then again. She'd made Adrian hate her right back. It hurt to think about. Once the tears started falling in earnest, Ana hid under her blankets in misery.
I bet this is how Adrian feels all the time, she thought to herself, bitterly and miserably. Yuck.
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Posted: Mon Sep 10, 2007 5:03 pm
__Part 10
"You okay, kiddo?"
Anastasia looked up from her comic book, meeting Evie's concerned gaze. She shrugged listlessly and looked back down at the book, trying to get into the story.
"I guess."
"Did something happen?"
"No..."
Evie made a tutting sound and sat on the couch next to Ana, touching the little girl's shoulder.
"You can tell me," she said earnestly.
"I made someone hate me."
Evie's eyebrows shot up before she could hide her surprise.
"What happened?"
Ana shook her head.
"S'not important. He wanted me to do something, and when I didn't he tried to do it himself. I got mad, an' I hit him, an' I threw a spider in his hair. And....and I hate him right back..."
Sensing the tears in Ana's voice, Evie hugged the girl.
"Aw...hey, it's okay..." she said. "It's not a big deal....you're allowed to dislike people, y'know..."
"D'you hate people, Evie?"
"Yes," Evie said promptly. "Too many, really. But you're not like me, hon. You're...sweeter. You're better'n me in a lot of ways."
Not very comforted, Ana sighed and curled against Evie sullenly.
"I do. I hate 'im," she said, unhappy at the truth of it.
They sat there a long while, before an idea struck Evie.
"Y'know...you wanna go out? I think I need to get something for you."
Ana looked up, puzzled.
"Um. Okay?"
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A short car ride later, highlighted by Evie nearly running over a teenaged boy on a bicycle, the duo arrived at a craft store Evie favored. Wandering inside and among the aisles for a bit, the teen gave a cluck of satisfaction and lead Ana along.
"This," she said, taking an ornately decorated book down from a shelf, "is a diary. You write your thoughts and feelings in it so you don't have to keep it all bottled up inside."
Ana took the diary, looking through the blank lined pages in fascination.
"What d'you do when you're done with it?"
"You start a new one. You can write about your whole life and everything that goes on in it."
"Ooooh.....but...but why are you getting this for me?"
"It's good to have a place to put bad feelings, if a punching bag isn't readily available," Evie said sagely. "You can't let your bad feelings weigh down on ya so much, kiddo. It's not good for you."
Ana just nodded, and hugged the diary to her chest.
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Posted: Sat Sep 15, 2007 8:32 am
  The lion-gargoyle fountain in the middle of the park. Weeping willow I. Weeping willow II The war monument no one visits.
September 15th, 2007
Went to the park to do homework. God and heaven above, but I hate it. I can't wait to do some ******** freelance work and get out of having to listen to Mr. Snyder talk about how I can't grasp the flow of lighting. What the HELL does that even mean.
Ana seemed pretty happy to get out of the house. She's been brooding lately - I hope my sterling personality hasn't rubbed off on her. I need an optimist in the house.
She got rid of that millipede too, thank god. I don't mind bugs, but when they get loose from their containers and decide to curl up on your face at three o'clock in the morning, I take issue. Ugh. I hope she doesn't come home with a bottle of horseflies or hornets next.
((**OOC: all photos taken around Boston August 8th, 2007 by me. Please don't use without my permission. ))
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Posted: Sat Sep 15, 2007 8:54 am
September 15th, 2007
Dear Dairy Diary:
Me and Evie went to the park today. It was fun, even though Evie was swearing the whole tiem time because she had to do home-work. She hates home-work, even though she likes taking pictures. I'm glad I don't have to do home-work yet. I told her that I was glad, and she told me to go find bugs in that sort of "GRR leave me alone I'm trying not to say bad words in front of a kid" kinda way.
So I went to go find bugs.
I let the millypeed milahpeed MILLIPEDE (stupid long words) go into the woods. I wanted to keep him, but Oscar kept trying to eat him. Maybe I'll bring home a spider. That way it'll keep Adrian away, haha! Though I feel bad for throwing the spider on him. Poor thing probably got smooshed.
I found a dead moth. I was gonna bury it, but Evie took a picture of it instead and said we should leave it alone because the ants or something would eat it. I buried it when she wasn't looking. I wish I had a pet moth....
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Posted: Sun Sep 16, 2007 3:43 pm
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