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 Posted: Wed Mar 11, 2009 11:33 pm
RP #6 - I The Rain Dances (Day One)
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(( Entrance Post )) Seiana_ZI Sometimes, Celyn thought his good friend Phoenix talked a little too much. He held nothing against xir (well, maybe the fact that Phoenix hated sweets because xe thought they were messy), but there were times when Celyn was certain that Phoenix didn't know when xe should stop talking. The poor churro boy was pretty sure this point was when Phoenix started remarking on how xe used the bathroom without the parts Celyn had.
"Phoenix! Please," whined Celyn, "can you stop talking?" The churro-scented child began to look around the festival for an escape. If Phoenix was going to keep talking like this...
Fortunately for everyone, the gregarious medicinal child was starting to realize when xir overly scientific and blunt talk offended people. "Oh, sorry." While there was no real remorse in xir voice, at least the young child had stopped going on and on about something that made his good friend cringe and whine. Celyn seemed relieved at getting just that much from Phoenix.
Of course, not letting Celyn get a break, Phoenix jumped right into another subject. "Oh, look! It's the Solace Scents tent. Let's go visit them. We're from there, right? I mean, I don't really remember it, but if we're really similar then we must be 'cause your dad got you from a churro scent. So let's go talk with them!"
That... didn't sound like a bad idea! Maybe someone else he knew would be there. Celyn gave a firm nod and let Phoenix drag him over to the tent. They both seemed to assume that their parental figures, Carwyn Yates and Dr. Brick respectively, would follow. Luckily, Carwyn, the always alert and panicked father, immediately saw them going out of range and yanked the doctor's arm, before darting after the duo of children.
It seemed that even at a festival he wouldn't calm down.
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Posted: Sun Apr 05, 2009 12:30 pm
RP #7 - The Rain Dances (Day Two)
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(( Entrance Post )) Seiana_ZI With festivals came injuries, and with injuries inevitably came doctors and hospitals. Therefore, just his luck! Carwyn was stuck with both Phoenix and Celyn today. After being attacked by a washcloth by Phoenix for showing up in a rush--therefore being sweaty--he then had to drag both to the festival while listening to them argue about the value of sweets.
Why couldn't these two agree to disagree for once? Better yet, why did the gods hate him so? Carwyn glared up at the sky before continuing along. Admittedly, everything they were saying was beginning to feel like shouting to him, even though both children were actually rather calmly reasoning this...
"Sweets are bad because they're unhealthy! Do you know why people get fat?!"
"People don't get fat because of sweets! Sweets are a good thing! Plus, there's some sweets that are healthy! I've heard dark chocolate actually is good for you!"
"That's what the media wants you to think! In reality, it's mega poison!"
"Bah! If it was poison, I would have, uhh." Celyn paused. "Dad," that brought Carwyn back to the quieter reality, "what's poison?"
Carwyn sighed. Thank stars they were at the festival. Maybe he could find someone to pawn these two off to and he could go do something a bit more relaxing. Maybe they had someone who was offering free massages. Those sounded good. Some free food would be nice, too. The starving jazz musician liked anything that was free.
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Posted: Sun Apr 05, 2009 12:41 pm
RP #8 - The Rain Dances (Day Three)
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(( Entrance Post )) Seiana_ZI Dr. Azalea Brick supposed she deserved Carwyn shoving both Phoenix and Celyn at her last night. She had suddenly asked Carwyn to watch Phoenix for her, and Phoenix tended to be a little... chatty, to say the least. For a panicky guy like Carwyn, that probably was not her best plan. Of course, as soon as Carwyn had heard that she was off today, he was taking his revenge.
Needless to say, now she was stuck with these two. Of course, she actually didn't mind her son's chattiness, and Celyn tended to be rather well-behaved.
Speaking of Celyn, the boy skipped along, humming to himself as he snacked on a granola bar the doctor had given him. Though it was not as sweet as his usual snack choice, the granola bar was still rather tasty.
Today, Carwyn was letting up a little bit and actually said it was alright for Celyn to dance. Therefore, the boy was a little more excited than he had been these past few days. He had really wanted to join in the dancing! He supposed his father okayed it mainly because he was not there to watch Celyn dance.
The churro boy looked over to the medicinal child that was walking on the other side of the doctor. "Phoenix! Are you going to dance too? I'm so excited!"
For once, it seemed Phoenix and Celyn agreed on a snack. The medicinal child, too, was snacking on a granola bar. However, while Celyn seemed to be okay with the snack, xe seemed to absolutely adore the granola treat. Taking a pause in his eating, Phoenix glanced up to the sky, wondering if xe should participate in this dancing that Celyn seemed so excited about.
The gregarious one decided after an anagonizing few moments, "Yeah, dancing could be fun!" With a grin, xe glanced around xir New Ma and focused on Celyn. "I hope no one's sweaty, though. Then I'll have a lot of work to do."
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Posted: Tue Apr 28, 2009 6:16 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: Tue Apr 28, 2009 8:20 pm
They grow so fast... What a quiet day. It was a day off, so logically the jazzy waiter should have been in his best spirits. However, he was utterly miserable. Why was he sitting around at home when he could be out earning money for son and, secondly, himself? He wasn't with his son either; the white and brown haired little boy had gone over to his grandparents for a few hours.
Carwyn's mother had broken a hip recently--unfortunately, this wasn't the first time--so, she was sitting around unable to do much for herself. His father was helping, but Celyn, the sweet little boy he was, insisted that he would go over and help his grandfather with his now extensive list of chores. It was sweet.
In some ways, Carwyn admired the young boy. He was certainly more loving, caring, and accepting than the elder ever was. Perhaps he could learn something from the churro-scented boy who mysteriously had materialized out of his churro scented oil.
--His parents had always been quick to accept that this could happen. Carwyn still didn't understand why.
"Dad!" Celyn's voice suddenly broke the silence. Had it been four hours already? Carwyn glanced over to the side to see the young churro boy enter the room, with a considerable amount of pieces in his hand. The jazz musician reeled. That was about as much as he made in a week of being waiter.
The first thing Carwyn worried about was if Celyn had perhaps stolen the money from his grandparents. Concerned, Carwyn asked, "Darling Celyn, where did you get all of those pieces?"
Celyn was always to the point, and this was no exception. "I helped Grandpa out around the house," chirped the young boy, proud of his achievements. "I made some soup for the both of them, and then I took out the garbage. I also vaccuumed the living room and their bedroom and I even set their bed all nice. Grandpa and Grandma were so happy that they gave me these!"
...His son had done all of that? When Carwyn was that age, he would sit on the floor and whine that he didn't want to do his chores; Carwyn as a young boy would much rather sit around and play an instrument, or even better sing songs that his young brain had made up. Those songs were mostly about silly things like how delicious a fresh cookie was, granted.
"I, um, wow." Carwyn was fairly impressed. "You're quite a helpful little man, aren't you?" He went to ruffled the young boy's hair, but his hand was intercepted. Within a few moments, the considerable amount of pieces stopped weighing down Celyn's hand and weighed down Carwyn's. Surprised, he nearly dropped his hand to the floor. Celyn giggled incessantly.
After recovering, the jazz musician, in disbelief, lifted his hand up and looked at all of the beautiful, shining pieces inside it. He then looked up at Celyn, utterly dumbfounded. Was Celyn seriously giving the pieces to him? After all of the hard work that Celyn had done to earn this? Carwyn couldn't accept it. "Celyn, I-- keep this." Carwyn pushed his hand back at Celyn.
The one who smelled of delicious churros shook his head and pushed the pieces back in Carwyn's direction. "You work all the time for my sake. It's time I do something for you." A gentle smile formed on the young boy's face. "Dad, do something for yourself. Something nice for yourself. You deserve it for being such an awesome person." Celyn winked, before turning on his heel and leaving the room, refusing to allow Carwyn any more arguments.
...And that's when Carwyn realized Celyn was not his little churro boy anymore.
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Posted: Tue Jun 29, 2010 10:05 am
Journal #4 - Celyn Celyn Yates It's been ages since I picked up this thing. I still called this thing "Journally" the last time I wrote in this. It's actually a bit funny to look back on.
I decided to pick this up and start writing again. Maybe it'll help me clear my head. A lot of things have happened to me lately. Sudden growth spurts, fluctuating voice, becoming what my dad refers to as "incredibly manly." I never thought of myself as manly. The fact that I'm writing in a diary kind of defeats that anyway.
And yes, a journal is a diary. If you can't accept that you have issues with your own masculinity.
When I grew up I found a scythe lying around the apartment. I asked Dad but he quite nervously said that he had never seen it before. Then asked if I was going to use it on him. Seriously Dad? But I have been training with it. Badly. I hit the refrigerator handle with it while swinging it around just short of Dad's hand. But then the handle turned to... gold. Real gold.
...I didn't know that was possible. But I guess anything is possible when you're an oil.
Dad's been calling me an golden egg-laying goose ever since. I guess it's not a bad thing, we have more money lying around now, but aren't people going to get suspicious if we go from rags to riches?
I'm going to go to the gym. I guess I'll write in this later.
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Posted: Tue Jun 29, 2010 10:34 am
Journal #3 - Carwyn Carwyn Yates Maybe I can quit my job as a waiter soon.
Perhaps I owe an explanation. Remember the little churro scent boy? Yeah, now he's a churro scent man. He makes me look like a bony old woman. At least I still have my height advantage for the moment, but that boy could pick me up like a baby. I never thought my own son could make me feel emasculated.
But never mind that. The point is, he's got this scary scythe that's going to kill me but before it kills me he seems to be able to turn metal into gold. GOLD. BEAUTIFUL GOLD sorry I pressed a little hard on the page. The point is, I made Celyn change a couple of metal things lying around the house into gold and then I sold them.
Admittedly I probably shouldn't have changed that old silver necklace into gold and sold it, but who's counting? I am! I've got two thousand dollars in the bank now. Two thousand. That's more savings than I've ever had. Ever.
Maybe I can just stick to doing jigs soon! And my son can do all the cooking. My manly son, with large bulging muscles who gets stared at when he goes to the gym. I've never seen so many adolescent girls swoon. I'm rather jealous. I always wanted adolescent girls to swoon over me when I was that age. They laughed at me. They all laughed at me. They still all laugh at me, and they'll do anything to get rid of me... well, that'll be easy, I'll just fall through the cracks and get trapped--
uh, sorry.
Celyn says I should stop doing that. Maybe I should listen to him.
Great, my son's smarter than me, too. But parents always want more for their children. I shouldn't be so bothered by this, should I?
Always Watching,
Carwyn Yates
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