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 Posted: Tue Jan 25, 2011 6:38 pm
Dear journal,
How did you get under the sofa cushions? Do you know I had to write down things on sticky notes? Sasha stuck them to me while I was sleeping. That wasn't a funny trick at all, journal. I found you so I guess it's ok.
I have gotten better with writing. Can you tell? Writing on sticky notes made my penmanship smaller and neater too. I can write a lot more with less space, that's pretty neat. I also learned to spell better. Belle has been helping me and Ellette learn some little things, and to look it up in a book called a "Dictionary" (I'm actually using it right now).
I read the last thing I wrote in you just now. I'm still sad but I'm not as sad anymore. I won't get to meet my dads from the lab but Daddy said parts of them are still alive. I look like my Sloth parent so maybe I'm that part, and my Patience parent's hair is mine too. I really like that, so I'm going to make sure to keep it that way.
Daddy says that I have a lot more to learn soon though. He said that the place I came from wants me to go to school with them sometimes. He said he's going to sign me up soon. I hope the people are nice. A lot of people can get angry when you're as slow at things as I am sometimes. It took me a long time to write this much! I'm sure you understand.
This time I'm going to put you on my nightstand, so don't go getting lost in the couch again. I'll write about my school soon.
- Mimosa
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Posted: Sat Feb 05, 2011 4:33 pm
"I'm tired." The phrase was not uttered from the usual sleepy child that had dwelled like a dream through the house. Belle had her hands on her hips, brow furrowed in anxious concern as she stared down her younger sister. "Baking hasn't cheered you up. You don't go out to see your friends, and I just don't think it's healthy. You won't even change out of that outfit unless it needs washing, and I..well..I'm not going to sit here and let you any more. It's time to go outside now - and to start living again."
All this was directed at the demon-angel child who merely looked up at her older sibling passively. ". . .Ok. . .What now?" The question came soft and serene as always, and put her sister in a bit of an awkward spot. The cow girl crossed her arms and sighed, feet twisting awkwardly as she shuffled and tried to think of a decent answer. "W-Well...don't you think it's time to change some things? You're almost a preteen. Those clothes barely even fit...so..." and then it dawned on her and she eagerly reached out to grab her sister. "So! We should give you a makeover. You never even spent the money you got for Christmas, so let's go make you look the part!"
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It was Mimosa's turn to be awkward. Lengthy tail curled around one of her legs and she gnawed her lip as her slender hands reached out to grab hold of one of the outfits on display. The girl felt an overwhelming desire to run from the crowd that cast sidelong glances at her and meandered through the narrow aisles of lace and linen. No matter how much she wanted to run, legs buckled at the knees wouldn't let her and she clutched the fringes of the dress as tightly as she could, as though the frail material would somehow make her disappear. "That's a beautiful dress!" her sister chimed out from somewhere close by. The words acted almost like a spell to break her anxiety at the strange looks she was receiving and allowed her to actually look at what she was grabbing on to.
The dress was vastly different from the decidedly pink house clothes she had become accustomed to. Blue silk rippled over her fingertips and fell delicately away like petals of a flower. The tiers were fastened to a bodice of white lace and bound by incandescent green ribbon. So taken with it, she let go slowly and brushed away her bangs, eyes wide and filled with the swirling spectrum of rich colors. A stronger hand fell on her shoulder and its partner retrieved the dress from the wrack. Belle looked over the outfit carefully and smiled as she held forth the tag and declared, "It's your size!" A smile crept onto her face as Belle handed it to her and gently pushed her towards a secluded room, urging her forward with tiny nudges of endearment. "Try that on and tell me what you think! I'll go find some other dresses like this one and hand them in to you."
In a few minutes, Belle returned. she gently rapped on the door and pushed it in. "Mim? You ok? You-" What she saw shut off any further words as her jaw fell. The delicate sloth girl looked almost like a doll in the dress. The bodice clasped close to a chest not yet developed, concealing her well with its lacy ruffles, while the skirt and sleeves fell naturally around her tiny frame. Still, the tail coiled anxiously around her ankle as she shuffled and looked up at her older sister, features flushed with delicate hues of her shy nature. "W-well?"
Belle smiled and nodded, approval evident with how wide her eyes shone and smile spread. "Oh Mim, you look darling." "D-does it make me look pretty?" A shake of the head almost sent her spirits sinking, but Belle wasn't finished. "You make the dress look pretty, Mim. Your friends aren't going to know what to do with you! Let's try on the others. We'll figure out the rest from there." Mimosa shuffled and softly murmured, "The rest?" to which her sister nodded and rubbed her hands together anxiously. "Oh yes. This is only the beginning of your blossom!"
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Posted: Sun Feb 06, 2011 5:51 pm
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Posted: Sun Feb 06, 2011 5:53 pm
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Posted: Tue Feb 08, 2011 7:19 pm
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Posted: Tue Feb 08, 2011 7:20 pm
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Posted: Tue Feb 08, 2011 8:28 pm
It would be on a Saturday that you open your mail box (if you have one) and notice there is a rather thick envelope stuffed in there. There is no postage stamp and a very vague return address. But you recognize the font and the company's name. 'Seven of Seven Inc' scrawled in majestic font across the upper left hand corner. As you open it, you may strangely find yourself drawn to the letter, there is a mass of notes inside. They read as follows:
Letter Congratulations! You have managed to succeed in raising your child. (IE: Not killing him or her or getting killed yourself. Haha we kid of course.) We would like an update from you on the following: Guardians Name: Child's Name: Sin: Virtue: Gender: Current Attitude: Likes: Dislikes: Any abnormal growths: (if any, example: Feathers molting, horns growing larger, scars ) Current hair style: Current clothing preferences: Dominant celestial trait: (The sin or virtue) Please summarize in your own words how difficult or easy it was taking care of your child. Did you manage to care for them in a kindly fashion? Or were you forced to discipline them? As well do not be alarmed if you suddenly find your child achieving a massive growth spurt in the next little while. We are finding that the children from our facility have strange growing patterns and are rather unpredictable. Although please let us know if anything unexpected occurs. Sincerely the technicians from Seven of Seven Inc. Ps. Please just leave your letter back in your mail box one you have completed it our courier will pick it up. Thank you.
You would notice the letter seems overly friendly...strange since the scientist were so ...cold before.
(Just take the from Guardians name to Dominant Celestial trait and pm it to the mule, the summarization doesn't have to be long just have fun with it.)
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Posted: Fri Feb 11, 2011 7:34 am
The dream was not calm. Images raced feverishly, rushing all at once with sound, color, memories? Maybe. The girl couldn’t even be sure of it anymore as the images became overwhelming. Even the essence of patience within her was being overtaken, and in desperation she tossed and turned, demanding the dream to end and now! Suddenly the spawn was awake, jerking up from the tangled sheets in a fit of shock from the uncharacteristically turbulent sleep.
Even awake, a tight feeling constructed her chest and made the girl gasp for breath. However, upon placing her hand to calm her racing heartbeat, something was distinctively different. At first she didn’t look down. Careful, slender fingers clasped the strange lump that had surfaced and pressed down firmly. The lump gave way and pressed up against its twin on the other side. Slowly, she looked down to find that more than her chest had changed. The clothing she had cherished to sleep in had shrank all around a larger body. What had been a small wisp of child had grown into knees and elbows and legs that went on for what seemed forever. It wasn’t a child’s body anymore - but it was still a long way from the much more adult body of her older sister, Belle.
Belle! The thought occurred and the girl succumbed to it, crying out loudly for her sister. “BELLE!!!” A crash resounded from somewhere in the house, followed by loud, hasty hoof beets. The girl skid past the door before rounding and grabbing its frame, steadying herself. “What?! What is it?! Are you hu-” the frantic inquisition cut off as she looked closer at her sibling and knew the problem. “Oooooooh…Let’s…see if your clothes still fit.”
Getting her out of the much too small pajamas proved to be problematic. After a lot of wrestling, whimpering, and yanking they managed to get it off. Thankfully, Belle had had some foresight and bought the dresses in an adjustable size - at least in the chest region. Mimosa stared at her reflection with wide eyes as she poked one of the newly formed lumps again. “S-Stop that,” her sister snickered, gently swatting her hand away, “Those are breasts. I have them too, so I don’t see why you’re so surprised.” Mimosa winced and smiled nervously as she turned to look at Belle. “. . .I thought. . .since. . .well. . .you’re a. . .cow. . .I thought those were. . .udders?” “On my chest?! You’re kidding me, Mim, cows don’t have TWO udders, and not on their chest!” “They’re just so. . .big. . .” The comment struck Belle speechless for a second before she burst out laughing. That set Mimosa off, and soon they were both arrested in helpless fits of laughter. It was a good ten minutes of giggle attacks between them before Belle caught her breath. “They’re big BECAUSE I’m a cow. At least, I’m pretty sure that’s the reason. Yours probably aren’t going to be this big, unless you suddenly gain a lot of weight. Now let’s see if we can make a few adjustments…”
Thankfully, due to the full length of the dress for a child, it was now a knee-length skirt that revealed the stockings hidden beneath. Belle loosened up the ribbons and tied them up neatly, accommodating for the new additions and actually suiting her sister nicely. The teen stood back and nodded, tapping her hoof happily. “You look good! I bet all the boys are going to be in line just to hold the door for you.” The statement caught Mimosa off guard. Arching her head, she looked at Belle with a clearly confused expression. “Why . . .would they do that?” “You’ll see soon enough, hun, I think you have a little more growing to do before you get it.”
Mimosa still didn’t seem to understand, but turned back to look at herself again. A smile formed on her lips as she shyly brushed her bangs aside. Even if Belle thought she had a way to go, it didn’t matter. She had done enough growing for one day, and was just fine with it. In fact, she mused to herself, she was rather going to like this new development.
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Posted: Wed Jun 01, 2011 6:11 pm
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