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 Posted: Wed Jul 07, 2010 2:38 am
Quote: For all ages- Your herald seems to have had a nightmare. What was it about? Is this a first time occurance, or has it been happening often as of late? Can you, their parent, comfort them? What do you do to reassure them that it was only a dream? Was it only a dream? Do they respond to your reasurances? Do they tell you what the dream was, or is the fear still too near? Pandamonium In a Dream
After that little scare from the documentary about pandas a couple of minutes ago, Grazie slowly made her way upstairs and flumped onto Sheldon's bed with a thud. The Dinkley house was basically a bachelor pad, only meant for one. Due to this, there was only one king sized bed for Grazie to sleep on. She had shared the bed with Sheldon since she was a messenger reborn. It was hell sleeping with the man known as her father -- but she has gotten used to it over the time she has been living.
Cocooning herself in the plush, white comforter and bedsheets, Grazie stared around a bit before closing her eyes in wish of sleep. The darkness of her shielded eyelids resided for quite a while. Yet, no sleep came. Turning, Grazie stared at the ceiling before closing her eyes again. Nothing -- save for the appearance of darkness by closed eye lids. She huffed at this and decided to turn onto her stomach. The process was repeated and the same results were resulted. Closed eyes, darkness, eyes were opened. Sleep would not just come and she knew the reason why . . . she was still shaken up by the documentary earlier.
"If I just get my mind off it, I will be able to sleep." she said with a sigh. Easier said than done however.
She returned to her before position of staring up a the ceiling and rested her forearm across her gaze.
"I'll think about something else." she said aloud in a murmur. "What to think about . . . ? Sheep might work?"
And so she did. A myriad of frolicking sheep across a wooden picket fence interrupted her thinking. Each wooly mammel gracefully jumped over the obstacle, betraying time and gravity as the slowly dismounted to the verdant grass below. Each one muttered out a small, "Baa." in nearing temptation to bring sleep closer. Suddenly, her wonderful thoughts changed. Those wonderful, adorable sheep began to morph. From wooly they turned to ivory and black. From soft baas they turned to horrendous shrieks of roars.
They had changed. Changed from sheeps to pandas in an instant. Several pandas had caught sight of her, their eyes bloodshot with rage. What the hell was going on? Slowly, they raised to their feet and made a mad dash towards the bamboo Herald. She, in turn, turned away and ran for her life. What was pleasant was now turning out to be a nightmare, oh god!
Her feet continued to carry her away to safety, wherever that was located. She found herself running in a forest, a bamboo forest, next. How she ever ended up there was a mystery but the insane pandas were following her hot on her tracks. She had to find a way to lose them and opted for diving into the thicket of bamboo in an attempt to conceal herself. Her camouflage came to no avail. An insane panda came up right behind her and dragged her way to its 'friends'. There, they each took a bite at her wings. Slowly, they crunched at her back members while she cried out in pain. Suddenly, she screamed herself to waking. Sheldon had not come up, which meant he had not heard her. With a sigh, Grazie threw her forearm towards her forehead. It was going to be an extremely long night . . .
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Posted: Wed Jul 07, 2010 2:42 am
Quote: Prompts Apply to: CHILDLately your child has been wreaking havoc in your home. They are so full of energy they are litterally bouncing off of the walls! It is definately time to start school or some outside activity that will help calm them down. What do you as a guardian decide? Enroll them in school, gymnastics club? Closely examine your childs talents and hobbies for ideas! (Submitted by Eamane) Ballroom Blitz
There was a time when men were kind. When hopes were high and life worth living. There was a time . . . when it all went DAMN WRONG. Grazie stared up towards her father who was sporting that trademark grin. It differed greatly from Grazie's deep look of disgust.
"Alright, class!" clapped the teacher, her voice sporting a deep french accent. "Let us start from the top . . . a one and a two and a one and a two!"
Grazie and Sheldon, plus the other couples around them, started to dance in rhythm to the teacher's count. As Grazie was spun around and around and around, her mind drifted back to what caught her into his ballroom dancing hell.
She was completely tippy, having consumed a vast amount of last year's Halloween candy to send an African Bull Elephant into the crystalline heavens of sweet. She was bouncing off the walls, bouncing off the chairs, bouncing off of everything bouncy. Sheldon could NOT take it anymore. He had to give a presentation on synergy in the next two days and his out of control Herald was driving his mind OUT OF CONTROL. It was hard to even think straight. Heck, even peeing standing up without sending his dizzied mind into a bouncing frenzy was difficult!
As Grazie was bouncing on his king sized mattress, Sheldon clutched his head and scrubbed away at the migraine growling on his temple. What could he do? As his Herald bounced and bounced, stressing the heavy springs of his outdated bed, he couldn't take it anymore. Slapping down a hand, he marched his way from his study to his room.
"Grazie-bear!" he shouted and the Herald halted like she was obtaining commands from her Ca-pi-tan. "What is wrong with you?"
"Candy, candy, CANDY!" she answered and returned to jumping on his bed. That's all he wanted to know, right?
Instead, he rubbed his temple again and violently grabbed at her arm. She stared up at him in awe. Oh my, her Ca-pi-tan was becoming impatient. Maybe he should bounce around too.
"Grazie, listen to me . . . you've got to calm down. I have to finish my project-"
"CANDY." she sputtered, cutting Sheldon off as she bounced around.
Ugh, there no way of getting this girl to listen without wasting all her energy, huh? Forcedly, he dragged her downstairs and sat in front of the television (she bounced around on the couch) when he went off to obtain a newspaper. Slapping it down, he searched through the classifieds before finding a little ole program called, "Madam Curio's Ballroom Lessons" and THAT is when her hell started.
Bouncing back to the present in a giant leap, Grazie's face of disgusted grew incredibly thicker as she was spun around and around. Suddenly, Madam Curio's hands clapped marking the signal to stop. They did and Grazie thanked whatever god of goddess sitting up in those clouds that they were her savior.
"Class . . . !" Madam Curio called with a small beckon. "I know I don't usually hold classes on weekdays but tomorrow in an exception. I am hoping to see you all back here tomorrow. For now, ciao!"
Sheldon nudged in by her rib and the bamboo herald groaned. Ugh.
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Posted: Wed Jul 07, 2010 2:49 am
Quote: Messenger Reborn/ChildThe attic/basement is mainly a place where useless things are stored never to be seen again. However, your Herald decided to be adventurous and take a look. While there, they find an item that sparks their curiosity. Are they there with your permission or not? What do they find there? Do they bring it back to show you or hide it away? Is there a story behind this item? Jaded To The World
For a child with an adventurous soul, it was not uncommon to find Grazie being somehow mischievous. Throughout her youth, she has gotten herself into all kinds of trouble. Some even lead to almost having the fuzz involved but were overlooked because she was a young one. Now, Grazie was feeling adventurous once again. She wished to explore the deepest confines of the building she called home. She wanted to explore: the attic.
The attic of the Dinkley household was a closed trap door that hung from the ceiling. By using a step ladder to reach the handle, one could pull down said trap door and reveal a ladder leading into the mysterious room above. Grazie was quite tall enough to reach the attic. Over the summer, she had sprouted up to be as nearly as tall as her father. Effects from her sacrificed item. Due to this, she was incredibly tall.
However, her tallness prevented her from being sneaky. She had become extremely clumsy due to her height and could not do the usual things she could do like sneak under a table without touching those seated there's feet or inch like a worm against the floor without making a sound. If she were to try those things now, she might indeed touch one's feet or knock something down. That is how terrible of a disadvantage her height has become.
Grazie tried to reason with herself her choices.
"I could just get up there. Sheldon is probably busy." she thought aloud, forefinger and thumb clutching her chin. "But if he finds out, I will never find out what is up there. Maybe . . . ?"
She paused.
"I could ask-" Another pause.
"No."
"What can I do than?"
Eventually, her choice fell to but one thing: asking her dearest guardian to allow her up there. The punishment was certainly not worth it this time around. It was her first step towards maturity, surprisingly. As she approached her father's study door, she rapped her knuckles across the darkened wood. Her father called a, "Come in!" and she took this as a cue to open the. The door swung open with a heavy thud and Sheldon turned up from his work to look at his daughter.
"Yes, what is it that you need Grazie-bear?"
From there, Grazie put on a large array of gestures, sputtered words and body flexes. It took everything Sheldon had to NOT sputter out a chuckle before he nodded his head.
"Go right ahead." he said. "Just be careful, there is a lot of cob webs."
Grazie yipped up like a small puppy and raced from the first floor's study to the attic's entrance. Reaching up on her tippy toes, the Herald took hold of the latch and tugged down. The attic door revealed the ladder leading towards the darkened heavens. Taking a deep breathe, the Herald climbed to the top. She'd be there soon.
What Sheldon had said was quite true. There was a TON of cob webs! Her fun began as she rummaged through old boxes of stuff, amazed at the wonderful things stored up there. There was an old costume from when Sheldon used to play in a band. Old pictures and paintings of long gone moments and passed relatives. And a box of jewelery that tapped the cupidity within Grazie when she took a look inside. For sitting in the center of the jewelery box was a strangely designed necklace made out of jade.
Entwining the necklace within her grip, she grew bored of the attic and made her way down to visit her father and question what it meant. Instead of knocking on his study like she did before, she forced it open with a nudge. Her father's green eyes met her own and she held up the jade charm.
"What does this mean?" she asked and Sheldon sighed.
"You know, I haven't seen that is so many years. The charm on there is the Chinese symbol for longevity. You know, forever lasting?"
Grazie nodded her head. "Wow . . . " she trailed off, eyes sparkling at the green color.
"You can keep it if you want." he said, returning to his work.
Grazie nodded her head and slipped the charm over her neck. "I think I will." she responded and left the room.
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Posted: Wed Jul 07, 2010 10:47 pm
Quote: Your herald has been removed from a group, be it fired from a job, dropped from a play, or some other way no longer a part of the group. How do they respond?
Did I . . . Do Something Wrong?
There was only two more days left. Only two more days and the theater club was on a riot. Commands such as "Fix that light!", "Repaint this!" and "Get them in costume for practice!" echoed through the entire theater of Barton Middle School. Grazie was also there, rehearsing her lines with her partner. Sheldon had pushed her to try out for the play when she was becoming increasingly bored at home. She gave it a shot and amazingly, got one of the lead roles. She won the part of being Princess Lenora and her search for the true king of Garn.
Grazie wasn't much into lovey dovey and romance stories. But because possibly the cutest dude in school was also playing the role of the prince and there was a certain smooch scene she didn't want to pass up, she was giving it her all.
"M-Mamoru!" she called and the ebony haired boy turned to her. "P-Please, can we practice our l-lines together?"
Grazie's face was shielded behind the script as she was blushing profusely. Why? Why did he have to be so cool and have such a cool air about him? He glanced at Grazie for a moment and nodded his head. His facial expression remained neutral too. He was quite an interesting male.
As Grazie followed him over to back stage, she walked a couple feet away and turned the page of her script.
"Should I start? Scene two, right?"
Mamoru nodded his head and yawned a little. She blushed again and did so, nearly dropping her script as her hands were shaking.
"O King . . . !" she chimed, flexing a hand outward towards the male. "My King, the Majesty of Garn, where for arth thou? This land, it is suffering. The Plague -- she extends far beyond the forests. My King, please, return to us. We suffer without you. Return to us!"
Mamoru yawned and replied, "I am here . . . my princess. No -- my Queen."
At this, Grazie's blush deepened but Mamoru hardly noticed.
"To purify the Plague, to rid it of this err . . . land, a love of true must be formed. My queen, I give you my heart! Alas, you do not hear my words. As I . . . I am imprisoned. My queen, does thou feel my love?"
Grazie clutched her chest and cried, "A warmth . . . ! A warmth has enveloped my bosom. What is this? What is this feeling? My king, is it you? Are you trying to reach out to me? No -- the King of Garn is gone. This is nothing but the warmth of a heart wishing for something hopeless. Tis nothing more . . . nothing more . . . "
Grazie clapped her hands together next. "That's all . . . " she said and hid her face behind the script again. "Excuse me . . . I have to go and try on my costume. Uh, excuse me!"
With that, Grazie slipped passed Mamoru and into the dressing room. From afar, the student council president was frowning deeply. Mamoru was hers and green haired, winged tramp was going to steal him away. She had a plan to make him hers and also a way to throw HER out of the picture for good.
The following day, practice started early since the play with the next day to come. As Grazie appeared for practice, the director stopped her dead in her tracks.
"Why are you here?" he asked and Grazie blinked.
"I'm playing the princess . . . " she trailed but the director stopped her there. "No, you're not. I've heard for the student council president that you've been skipping a lot lately, hmm?"
"W-Whaat?!" Grazie bellowed. It was indeed the truth but they weren't suppose to know. How did they know?!
"Because of your actions . . ." he continued. "You are prohibited from participating in the play.
"But-" The director glared at her but she continued. "We only have one more day and no one else knows the lines of the princess!"
The director motioned over towards the president. "Nami has stepped up to learn the lines. You should thank her, she saved the play."
Grazie's features turned to that of dumbfounded. From behind the curtain, she caught Nami smirking as she was dragged out of the theater and sent home. From than onwards, she cried. It wasn't fair . . . wasn't fair . . . wasn't fair.
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Posted: Wed Jul 07, 2010 10:48 pm
Quote: Your herald has been separated from their group, parent's/guardian at a store, alone in the woods or is part of the group having lost the other person. What happens?
Window Shopping
"But Shellldddooonnnn, why did I have to come with youuuu?" complained Grazie as she threw her clenched fists up into the air in a mock tantrum. "It's not faaaiiirrr!"
Sheldon scowled at her and tugged her along, worming through the giant crowd of shoppers.
"We wouldn't be here if you just listened to me and NOT play soccer in the house. It's all your fault we are here buying a new window."
Grazie puffed out her lower lip. "But Sheldon, it was raining that day!" she cried. "I couldn't go play soccer while it was raining. I could have caught a cold or even worse, AIDS!"
Sheldon sighed and tugged her a little more. "First and foremost." he began. "You don't even know what AIDS is. Secondly, it is impossible to catch AIDS while being out in the rain, alright? Now come on. I have no idea where this store is."
Sheldon continued to snake his way through the crowd of people. Moving seemed to have become much harder now. The group of people had thickened tenfold.
"Grazie, be careful." he warned her but it was too late. She had gotten engulfed into the sea of shoppers. The current was strong as it pulled her away and eventually she popped out of the crowd on the other end of the mall. She blinked. Sheldon was obviously not with her. At this, she cheered. She can go back home! But . . . how could she go back home without Sheldon driving her home? At this, she grimaced.
Damn it!
Sheldon was busy trudging his way through the mall looking for the glass shop he did not notice his missing daughter. When he caught eye of the shop however, he turned behind him and said, "Looks like we might be getting out here pretty soon."
He suspected a witty remark towards his statement but was surprised he obtained none. Turning his head fully around, he noticed why he did not obtain a witty remark towards statement. Grazie was missing. Sheldon grimaced than shriveled up. Oh god, Grazie was missing. GRAZIE WAS MISSING! And so, panic and chaos ensued.
"Graaaaaziiieeee!" he called as he slithered through the collection of shoppers, pushing and shoving as he went. "Graaazzziiieeeeeeeee!"
Sheldon ran the entire length of the mall. His legs nearly gave out a couple of times too, showing out tired he was beginning to get. He also poked his head in every story. Grazie could be anywhere . . . even . . . even . . . ! Sheldon shook his head. It wasn't right for him to be thinking thoughts like that. Positive thoughts, positive thoughts!
Suddenly, all the faces of the shoppers grew strange and disfigured. Once of them, any one of them could have taken his daughter. Was she kidnapped, abducted? Sheldon clenched his head. No . . . no . . . impossible! Grazie had to be alright, she had to be al-
"Sheldon, hey Sheldon! You should try this ice cream, it's delicious!"
Everything functioning within Sheldon paused. His brain stopped, his heart stopped . . . everything. Than, he pirouetted around and hugged Grazie to his bosom.
"GRAZIE!" he cheeped and the Herald wiggled before pushing him off.
"The heck?" she asked with a frown. "What, it is like you haven't seen me in a decade! What you thought I was kidnapped, abducted?"
Sheldon grimaced than tugged her along.
"C'mon." he said, regretting ever bringing her. "We've got some window shopping to do."
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Posted: Wed Jul 07, 2010 10:50 pm
Quote: Messenger Reborn-Child-Your child wants you to read him/her a story, and will not stop pestering you until you do so. What book is it? Why does your child want you to read it to them, why this certain book? Is it an old favorite, or new? Is it a bedtime story, or a seemingly random request? Do you read it to them?
Bedtime Tale
Gretchan Dinkley, no - Grazie always found herself to quite too old and mature to listen to bed time tales. However, deep within her heart still sat a child. And like a child, she found comfort in hearing a story before bed. She never requested a story out of Sheldon though -- no, no, never. He would never tell her one. She requested that he not tell her, she was much too mature as stated before.
However, one lone night, Grazie could get to sleep. She was not being plagued by her horrific dreams of sheep or pandas and certainly did not eat something that was giving her gas. It just seemed to be an unnaturally natural case of insomnia. Any growing child, be them child or teen would get it from time to time, yes? Nevertheless, it was bothering the hell out of her. She had no choice not -- she had to request a story from Sheldon. It was the only way she would get to sleep that night.
Throwing the comforter off her and slowly making her way own the stairs, Grazie made her way towards her father's study. There, she rapped her knuckles across the darkened wood and was addressed by a moaned, "Come in . . . "
Grazie opened the door gingerly and saw her father leering over the paperwork in front of him. He looked completely drained and without sleep. His job was certainly working him hard lately . . .
"Sheldon." Grazie said but her father got up and slugged passed her like a sloth.
"Hold on, Grazie." he said, slowly trekking towards the kitchen. "I need a beer . . . "
"Sheldon, wait!" she cried and followed after him. "Sheldon, I want to ask you something . . . hold on!"
Sheldon sighed. "Grazie, give me a moment. I want a beer."
"Sheldon, WAIT!" she cried and impatiently tugged him away.
"Uwah, Grazie what're you-" he paused for a moment and eyed her up and down. "Damn, you've grown." he said as he was now actually looking up towards her than looking down. "Are you sure you're still a child?"
"I think so . . . " she and blinked. "Because . . . I want to ask if you could tell me a story."
Sheldon paused. Did his ears decieve him? Was the voice he just heard really that of his daughter? Impossible . . . impossible-
"Sheldon, are you listening? I want you to tell me a story!"
Sheldon sputtered and immeadiatly grabbed the hands of his daughter.
"Oh Grazie!" he cried happily. "Do you now how love I've waited to hear those words? Come here Grazie-bear. Pappa bear is going to tell you a story."
Grazie sighed and followed him to the sofa where he patted the seat next to him. The bamboo Herald took a seat and looked pleadingly to her father. Sheldon rubbed his unshaven chin and asked, "What king of story do you want to hear?"
"Fantasy!" yipped Grazie.
"Characters?"
"Good, bad!"
"Genders?"
"Both females!"
"Animals?"
"N-No! No animals!"
"Area?"
"U-Um, a . . . a . . . a drive thru!"
"Whaaat? A drive thru? Ah whatever. Okay, where to begin . . . Ah, okay! So, twice upon a time . . . snore."
Snore? Gretchan Dinkley bent down towards her father and blinked. Snore . . . he had fallen asleep on himself! Grazie huffed and poked him in the nose.
"Oi . . . " she said with a whine, frowning. "Oi, you were suppose to tell me a story!"
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Posted: Wed Jul 07, 2010 10:51 pm
Quote: Messenger Reborn-ChildYour herald is being bullied by someone they know. Is the person older or younger? Why are they bullying your herald? How does your herald feel? Do they talk to you about it? Can you comfort them, if they're upset? Do they have a plan to stop the bullying? Do you? Do you have any advice for them? Do you tell them a story about when you were a child? Big Girl Betsy
There are some people in this world you just can't mes with. These people -- who are classified under the species name of 'bullies' -- are the types of humans who push around those smaller and weaker than themselves. There are several reasons as to why a bully might pick on another. The most common reason is personal gain. A bully with take lunch, lunch money and anything valuable off their victim if they so like it. The victim is normally put into a spot where they must hand over their valuable or feel physical harm. Another reason is dominance. Bullies like to feel dominant over their prey and watch the cower in free. This is pretty common. Another reason as to why a bully might bully another is due to affection. In some rare cases, a bully is actually infatuated with the victim and knows no other way to show their affection unless it is through pain. There are many cases of bullying -- but these are the most common.
However, for Miss Gretchan Dinkley . . . her bully was not searching for anything valuable nor in love with her. Rather, the bully was quite a sadist. She enjoyed watching the Herald squirm like an insignificant worm. Her name was Big Girl Betsy and this bully was going to learn a lesson she was never going to forget.
Big Girl Betsy did not look like your typical female. She was hefty and muscular with a masculine jawline and even more masculine air about her. She is known for rearing like a bull when upset, which earned her the nickname Betsy. She was not smart either -- which is another common trait amongst bullies.
Grazie was maturing rapidly and because of this, she found it in herself to not push on her problems towards her father. Rather, she was going to figure out this bully problem by herself. First, she tried the method of compromise. This exchange of words never really works out and indeed it did not. Grazie ended up with a shiner and ended up wearing an eye patch to hide away her injury from her father. When he asked her why she was sporting out a pirate-esque item, she simply answered she was cosplaying.
Grazie next tried the method of fighting back. Bad idea -- she wasn't much of a fighter and got her a** whooped. Things were beginning to look bad . . . until she trained herself, paced herself. For the next month through her daily beat ups and confrontations, she trained. Each day, she ran a mile in the park and lifted weights for hours into the night. When she confronted Big Girl Betsy again, she got her a** whooped.
So what is the lesson here boys and girls?
Bullies suck but that doesn't mean you should get up. There are always other methods such as exploiting the bullies' fear, which is exactly what Grazie did. As Grazie went to the bathroom, BGB approached her and attempted to stuff the poo Herald's head into a toilet. However, a cockroach became her savior as the bully ran away in fear. She devised her plan than.
Going to the garbage dump, Grazie trapped a good amount of cockroaches. She went next to drown them and kill em . . . they were no good walking around and escaping. Come the next day, BGB approached Grazie and took away her lunch pale. It was common for the bully to open the lunch above her head towards her mouth, let the contents hit her face and fall towards the floor where she would stomp on it. This is exactly what the bully did. Except, instead of getting hit in the face with a wrapped sandwich and juice box, she got an entire lunchbox full of dead insects. BGB cried out in fear and Grazie was the on to laugh this time.
Pay back is a b***h.
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Posted: Tue Aug 10, 2010 4:15 am
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Posted: Sun Aug 29, 2010 12:16 pm
Herald 07.30.10
Your Herald is now almost grown up. So much time has passed that it would be easy to forget that they weren't your real child if it weren't for the wings coming out of their back! However, they're still not an adult yet, and now that they're a teenager, they're facing a uniquely teenage problem...
What's going on? Are they looking for their first job? Finding a date to a dance? Suffering through the embarrassment of Health class? Or is it something entirely different? You tell us what their issue is and how they solve it- if they solve it at all.
Rumors
"Mm, Gretchan, get up and get ready for school. It's my turn for the bed . . . "
Grazie turned to her father sluggishly and squeezed her eyes tight for but one moment to relieve any tiredness that made them heavy. Her verdant eyes glanced at the clock for a moment. Seven thirty ante meridian. Ugh. Slipping out from beneath the sheets and comforter, she smiled meekly at Sheldon and turned to the bathroom which was a couple steps away.
"Had a long night?" she asked. "I thought those sketches were due next week."
"Ah, you have it confused." replied Sheldon, the dip of the bed creating a creak as he sat down. "The full ink and color is due next week. Rough drafts are due Thursday."
"Reably?" asked Grazie suddenly as she pushed her head out from the bathroom with a toothbrush shoved in the left pocket of her cheek. "Sob youb can'b take meb anb Stefy tob theb carbival? We'erb off Briday 'causeb ob some scbhool thingb."
Sheldon snapped her finger and cursed aloud. "Crap! I forgot Gretchan! I'm sorry . . . I'll see if I can though."
Gretchen shrugged her shoulder and returned to the bathroom sink to spit and rinse her mouth out with water. She scrubbed her face next with some plain water and patted the lukewarm wetness off her face with a towel as she returned to the room.
"It's alright." she replied with her eyes darting about. "She can stay over for the weekend if you can't take us. But than means you'll have to spend the ennnttiiiireeee weekend working, okay? The master pad becomes mines for the weekend than."
Sheldon smirked and rolled onto the bed. He snuffed a little, having had a green strand of hair tickle his nostril. Grazie and Sheldon have been trading off sleep duties since Sheldon had gotten a new job. He worked for a company drawing chic product designs, something he abhorred with all his very soul. He'd work into the night and let Grazie sleep. By early morning, the bed was his until three. By this time, Grazie is home and it is his time to get ready for work and leave. He'd return home by midnight and the schedule would repeat itself.
Hearing the crumple of plastic sound by the foot of his bed, he glanced to see Grazie frantically searching under piles of enclosed grocery bags. He stretched out a droopy limb and pointed a thin member towards the closet.
"I hung it up after it was washed." replied Sheldon in mumbles. "Check the closet. Put on some tights under your skirt while you're at it. It's windy today and I don't want some pervert pitching a tent over my daughter's unmentionables."
"What, no!" cried Grazie as she pulled her blue uniform off the rack and made a spin back into the bathroom. A mumbled reply of, "I'm not wearing any! It feels weird when I walk and they give me major wedgies." was heard from the room's corridors.
"First, that's gross Gretchan." replied Sheldon with a huff of laughter. "Second, put them on. It's really windy out there. Those high school boys won't back out for a free glance either."
"Augh, fine, fine. I'll put them on. In return, you have to drive me to school."
"Whaaa? But I'm tired."
"C'mon!"
"Fine, fine! I'll drive you! Hurry up and get your bag and go to the car. I'll be there in a minute."
Grazie sighed. "In a minute, I gotta do my hair."
A roll of his eyes connected with his slight smile as Sheldon spun out of bed and grabbed his car keys.
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Posted: Sun Sep 26, 2010 12:29 pm
Quote: LessonsStages: All Music, martial arts, gymnastics, magic, crafts or some other type of lessons have become, are or were a part of the herald's life. How do they react to the lessons? What happens in the lessons, or during the time they used to have the lessons? From old guild's Prompt Think-Tank Saturday Lessons
Ugh.
Ugh, ugh, ugh.
Ugh.
Why did she have to go through this crap? Why couldn't she be out with Stefy and the others? Why did she have to take these stupid lessons, especially when it is on a Saturday?
A call from the behind hallway alerted Grazie as she paused from her piano practice.
"I don't hear any music!" cried the masculine voice. "If I don't hear any music, I'm gonna come down there!"
"Yea, well, you and this music can go eff yourselves." muttered Grazie in a grumble.
"What was that?" called the voice again, the parental tone obviously that of Sheldon.
"Uh - nothing!" replied Grazie as she quickly turned the page of the music book and played the next practice line within.
Missus Gretchan "Grazie" decided she would head out for a late night party since a certain boy whom she had the hots for was also going to be there. There was also going to be drinking . . . and the bamboo Herald truly loved to drink her fill whenever given the chance. Like any rebellious teen, she did not tell her father since she knew he was going to say no. She went anyway -- that was just the ultimately 'cool' thing to do.
Weeeell, Gretchan was approximately two percent sober when her father crashed the party and dragged her back home by the edge of her blouse. Since that very day, she's been holed up in her house's living room slamming piano keys like a complete idiot. It wasn't fun at all. She was slowly dying, the monotone drone of some piano dude's eight something played her off into Death's embrace. Who knew boredom like this could kill?
Coiling her fingers into fists, she jammed multiple ivory and black keys harshly down. They screamed from the pain, echoing through the entire in pitiful reverberations.
"That sounds great, Grazie, keep it up!" called Sheldon from the corridor once more.
Gretchan sighed heavily and blew some hair annoyingly out of her face.
Idiot.
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Posted: Wed Sep 29, 2010 7:47 pm
Work Days
The weather was pleasant and a tranquil air would lightly travel through the open marketplace every so little while as the sun shined ever so brightly. Sheldon acknowledged the brilliant day with a satisfied grunt as he leaned back in his chair and sipped the cup of tea that was just refilled by a waitress. Stretching next, Sheldon itched behind his ear and gave a light cat-yawn. Today was certainly a lazy day. After finishing off his third serving of tea, Sheldon left the bill payment and tip upon the table and left. His bill was cheap as all he really buying was tea and refills were cheap. Never the less, he left the waitress a good set amount of money for her trouble. She deserved it after all. She was his daughter.
The disgruntled teen Herald scooped up the payment and tip, shoving both in her apron pocket as she went to serve another table. Her punishment for slipping out that one Saturday night and getting drunk escalated to something much more sinister as Sheldon found out all that banging and clanging on the piano was not her playing the piano with elegance. Sheldon found that giving her a part-time job would torture, err, have her learn her lesson quicker. Plus, it kept her busy six days out of the week instead of one. Though the waitress 'uniform' did bother the hell out of him, it was always great to visit her while on duty and get a good laugh at how odd she looked.
"Hey babes, how's a little foot massage for your master, huh?"
The group of teen boys jostled each other with chortles as Gretchan refrained from spilling their ordered sodas onto their crotches, choosing to slam them down on the table instead and walk away in a huff. This job sucked, the maid outfit (The fricken' uniform for the store, though it was a fast food joint. Gretchan speculated the store's owner just had a fetish for the crap. She was absolutely right.) was even worse. It had only been a week but it was killing her. Sheldon sucked the most though. Really, he did.
Practicing her required stance, Grazie straightened her spine straight and hefted a palm onto her hip. The silver tray was held at head height and she smiled exuberantly. Miss Universe, eat your heart out (though that would be pretty gross to see). You had nothing on this herald.
"Hey, Gretchan, order for table six. Hurry up!" cried the head honcho and the biggest pervert that side of the city.
"Y-Yes, sir!" replied Grazie, cringing a little at her given name and grabbing the plate with a twirl.
Yet, the boss's eyes caught a little something as she turned.
"Hey, Gretchan, hold on a minute. You . . . You've got a little something . . . on your skirt . . . "
"Oh?" paused Gretchan as she glanced at her behind. "I don't see it, could you get it?"
The boss face twisted to something wry as she extended a hand and smoothed it onto her buttox happily. At first, Gretchan ignored the hand. Yet, when that hand remained there for longer than a minute, well, this man had another thing coming. A platter of the special 'Sandwich Salad' met the boss's face post haste and with that, a jumbled array of cursing from a certain Herald.
It wasn't surprising the following day, Grazie returned to her Saturday piano lessons.
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Posted: Wed Sep 29, 2010 8:51 pm
Singing In the Dark
An eerie air hung about the docks, water splashing and lapping the raised edge of concrete supporting a wooden trail out towards the open sea. No life seemed to liven up the area until something swift shot from one wall to the other, the fluttering of wind blown leaves and the glittered shine of hair from moonlight noting that the character was definitely on the move.
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