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 Posted: Tue Oct 04, 2005 9:01 pm
Mos stopped humming for a second to look at his mother. He whimpered again and spoke to her. "Paaa~ave." He whined. This was a scary place. "Timigi mi." Pave nodded and touched his shoulder gently. He sat up a little and looked over at Rael. She didn't seem so scary right now, now that her mother had stopped blowing things up.
Pave nodded. "I think he'll be alright. He's just a little freaked out." She touched his shoulder gently again and whispered, "Mosrael."
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Posted: Sun Oct 09, 2005 8:56 am
Rael was hung floating and shivering with the clearness of the note, now, in the moment between moments. Her eyes glazed like frosting, the rich green fading and fading into a dull stare. She leaned into the song--forward, nose pointed towards grass--when suddenly Mos stopped.
Instantly, Rael's eyes snapped back and shuttered, and she whirled to stare back at Mos, hearing the echoes of his words in her head. "Eky?" she muttered, one eyebrow going up just a little bit. It wasn't sarcastic, or even disbelieving; it was merely a natural reaction to her confusion, no more, no less.
"Uhmyah, that's great," Tika jettisoned at Pave halfheartedly. "Freaked out, shmeaked out...he looks a bit disturbed if you ask me."
Two second pause. "No offense."
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Posted: Sun Oct 09, 2005 5:05 pm
"Eky?" Mos repeated. He didn't understand this. He sat up and looked at his mother, then back to Rael. "Hmm?" He wondered aloud.
Pave smiled wryly at Tika. "Disturbed, maybe. It's the nightmares. They get to his head." She tapped her own head for emphasis. "He's going to be pretty crazy when he grows up." She smiled fondly at Mos.
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Posted: Wed Oct 12, 2005 7:11 am
Rael kept her back turned to Mos, her ears flicking slightly in disdain as the tell-tale grass-rustle gave her a mental image of Mos moving. If The Other would not care to talk to her, then, by Jovis, she most certainly wouldn't pay him the honor in return! "Ermf," she mumbled, somehow snappy in her incoherence, in response to his questioning sounds.
"Nightmares--always fun," Tika agreed, eyes lighting up. "I hope Rael gets some. She thinks she's so...INVINCIBLE and all, yes...? Well, she isn't." A harsh laugh. "Not yet."
The tone of her voice trickled back to sweet syrup. "But then, craziness is always amusing! I wonder how hot he's going to be as he gets older?"
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Posted: Wed Oct 12, 2005 8:24 pm
Mos looked sadly at Rael. "Mmmm?" He "asked". What was wrong with her? She confused him. One minute interesting, the next minute bored and ignoring him.
Pave coughed and blushed uncomfortably. "I...don't know." She stepped a little to the side. "You wish your own child would get nightmares? That's not...well...nice." She finished lamely.
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Posted: Thu Oct 13, 2005 4:52 pm
"Efehhhhh." Rael tossed her hair of curls haughtily, taking the opportunity to glance quickly back at Mos. He appeared to be showing interest in her again...but the ToR was still mad. Not yet, she thought to herself, not yet.
She shifted on her butt, settling onto a pale heel. "Keki..." she mumbled, staring fixedly at the air in front of her, lower lip trembling into a pout.
"Well," Tika amended--she didn't want Pave to think her TOO bad a parent (yet)--"I wouldn't wish nightmares on anyone, really. I hate them. Can't deal with it--not at all." Her head tilted slowly to one side as she gazed, eyelids half-closed, at a nearby pebble. With a gentle rattle of dislodged rocks, a scabby ankle came up to be patted at by her hand, fingers slightly burned. "But Rael is...special."
She glanced at her elbow; the scarlet arc of blood and skin glimmered gently, her relic of the morning. "Yes...special." A corner of her mouth curved upwards gently.
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Posted: Thu Oct 13, 2005 8:14 pm
Mos smiled at Rael. She had said "Keki" and that was close enough to "Kuko" for him. "KUKO!" He burst out happily. Completely forgetting her handicap, he rushed forward and wrapped his arms around her.
Pave nodded, still a little wary of Tika. Her mind searched through her mental Rolodex frantically for the number for CPS. She looked at her own palm, almost psychically recalling when she wrote it down. Her mind stopped its searching for a second to laugh at her. "Feh, before you had kids."
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Posted: Sat Oct 15, 2005 9:20 pm
rii's reply omg The fiery pain shot forth once more in rings and arches. Rael gasped, too tired, now, to cry, and too frightened to scream; weakly, she struggled forth from Mos' grasping arms. She was tired, too tired. Rael pondered to herself that she might as well just lie there, heavy with weariness. At the sound of Tika's quiet golf-clap--the b***h, Rael would have thought, had she known the word--she renewed her efforts, opening and closing her mouth clammily on one of Mos' hands. A few small teeth grazed across Mos' arm wetly, probably without causing any damage. Coughing slightly and abruptly putting her hands down to her sides, Tika raised an eyebrow at the other guardian. "Kuko? Cuckoo?" A laugh. Mos shouted out in surprise. She BIT him! He pulled away, scandalized. A stream of curses ran from his mouth, emphatically pronounced with great care and dictation. All of the words he'd ever heard his mother say. He shouted and shouted at Rael. He didn't know why, the bite hadn't hurt in the least, but it frightened him and so he shouted. Pave was about to answer Tika's question when she heard Mos shouting. Her mouth fell open and she stepped backward, reeling. "MOSRAEL!" She screamed at him. It was bad enough when he said them to entertain Ingina, but he was actually shouting them to hurt someone. She staggered further backwards and her back met the lamppost, where she rested, her mind still exploding. She completely forgot answering Tika and leaned against the pole in a state of shock.
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Posted: Fri Oct 21, 2005 11:49 am
Rael fell onto her forearms as Mos let go of her, sitting up only to cringe down again as Mos started to rant. Everyone, she thought to herself, was so LOUD here--she'd thought maybe that Pave or Mos would have been quiet, peaceful, a welcome change from erratic Tika, but here she was proved wrong again. At least Pave hadn't yelled, yet.
She swallowed her thoughts as Pave, too, began to scream. Squeezing her long eyelashes against the upper edge of her high cheekbones, she allowed a few tears to trickle, in angsty slow motion, down her face, her cheek stained with red, her face...it was too much, now, and she could do nothing. Everyone always yelled.
Perhaps she should give up. Another emo tear, and she buried her head in her arms.
Tika, meanwhile, grinned like a Cheschire Cat at the scene. "Yup, the tyke's a regular little mothafu--" she glanced at Pave, who was screaming. Perhaps this wasn't the best time to swear. "Uuhm, er, TYKE," she finished, winking at Mos. It was always nice to see an assertive kid, especially one after her own heart (although she wasn't sure what her heart was like, or even if Mos had one himself, so she was actually just speaking off the top of her head here).
As long as that kid wasn't her own, of course.
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Posted: Fri Oct 21, 2005 5:27 pm
Mos finished his tirade with a derisive "FxCK!" He angrily stuck out his tongue and turned his back to her. That would teach her to bite him. He examined the spot on his arm where her "teeth" had got him. Not even a mark. Oh well, it was far to late to take back the shouting. And besides, he didn't want to take it back.
Pave sank to the ground and held her head like she was going to throw up. "I'm sorry." She whispered finally. "He was just...surprised?" She offered the apology to Rael, not Tika. Tika seemed to be proud of Mos. What parent would be proud of MOS?
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Posted: Tue Nov 01, 2005 6:35 am
Rael's whimper was loud in the sudden silence, when Mos quieted and Pave was yet to speak. She sniffled, dramatically swiping at her cheek with a soft forearm, before allowing herself to collapse on the grass, headfirst. Long and green, soft like thousands of tiny fingers, the grass stroked her forehead, smoothed her anguish-wrinkled eyelides, tickled across her lips. The tears were absorbed.
"Mmmimmm," she murmured mouthily, wondering to herself what grass tasted like, while still retaining her woefully emo voice.
Tika, meanwhile, decided that she was faking it. Or something. Noting Pave's - whispered - words, she decided to keep her voice down as well - "I suppose surprised," she stage-whispered back, her smile shifting into a frown. "Rael was too."
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Posted: Tue Nov 01, 2005 6:32 pm
Mos unwillingly let out an "oh" of sadness. Rael was crying and he had caused it. He wanted to pat her on the back, but that would make her bite him again. He settled for scratching his leg pensively.
Pave wondered for a second why Tika was whispering. She shrugged it off and replied, "I don't think that gives Mos the right to yell swear words at Rael, but what can you do when you live in a shoe and you ain't got no sole?" She shrugged blandly.
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Posted: Wed Nov 02, 2005 1:56 pm
Rael sniffled blearily, rubbing her up-pointed nose in the dirt, smudging it with soft brown. Curling upwards into a semi-sitting position, she rubbed at her eyes, reddening them with irritation. "Erweyr," she whined, stabbing at a speck of dirt in the corner of her eye with a fingernail.
"Ananann," she continued, face twisting into misery once more as she stabbed herself in the eyeball by accident.
But the crying jag was over - only a few new tears dripped off her small chin, now, and her left tear-gland had released those only to rinse out the sore eye. "Emee," Rael finished, and settled into silence, listening to the rasp of Mos' scratching himself, her back firmly turned to the source of the noise.
"Sure, sure," Tika agreed, carefully neutral - anything would go; she'd decided that Pave was a bit eccentric, perhaps a little crazy, especially with a name like that (the irony of this all never crossed her mind) - "And foot odor, too."
She considered this last. "Yup, odor is the pits, if you'll excuse the pun. What do you do, anyway - lemonzest? Peel? Baking soda?" She shook her head. "I'd never want to live in a shoe. No social life, either, unless maybe a stiletto, just because that's so hawt, uh-hunh. I like stilettoes, both kinds." Reflectively--"I mean, of course yes all whatnot of course, but what I mean is--actually--no privacy in a stiletto, but the sex factor? Floorshow, baby." No longer knowing what she was talking about, Tika stopped this stream-of-consciousness flow of ideas.
(( heart Might have to wind this RP up soon - kinda want to write a journal entry on it soon. But take your time (I have a LOT of posts to fill in, roffles)! Just a warning in advance.))
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Posted: Wed Nov 02, 2005 6:23 pm
Mos was not sure how to react to this ignoring. He opened his mouth, as if to speak, but closed it again, thinking better of the idea.
Pave was a little more than dumbstruck by this strange woman. She decided that perhaps Tika had a bit of a mind problem and dismissed this. "It's just an expression, actually." She laughed half-heartedly. "It isn't really a question."
((Be my guest. X3))
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Posted: Sun Nov 13, 2005 11:26 am
"Ah," Tika responded carefully, unwilling to trust anyone who made an interesting comment about their social life one moment and then vehemently denied said confession the next. Social climber, she thought, or something - what was it - manipulating BUTTERFLY, she thought to herself satisfactorily, although she was sure that wasn't the correct term. "That's...nice."
She paused.
Rael took the opportunity to hack out a mouthful of grass.
"Uh," Tika managed, wandering over to tentatively prod Rael in the back. Rael spat out a flower and sat up. "I suppose it's time for a nap," she explained, half to Rael, half to herself, and half (another half!) to Pave - "I apologize, but it seems that I must go."
She waved. "Nice ta meetchuuutwuuu, though," she added on hastily, slurring the vowels. "Perhaps another playdate is in the air?"
Another expression she had forgotten, she thought to herself, and waited for Pave's response, scooping up Rael (who stared at Mos blankly, sucking the thin membrane between her thumb and index finger) with a smile.
((Eheheeee, lame ending, sorreeeeee. heart ))
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