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 Posted: Tue Aug 10, 2010 2:54 pm
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Posted: Wed Aug 11, 2010 11:27 pm
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Posted: Wed Aug 11, 2010 11:29 pm
Journal/Solo RP - Halloween Costumes and Rapping Rats It was a pretty typical day. Lilah was outside with Sohan, near the little stream that ran out back behind the house. She always took him out there, because frogs were supposed to like the mud and the water. Sohan was odd, though. He'd halfheartedly hop in and out of the water, as though he was just doing it to make her happy, and then sit next to her, staring at her.
It was getting colder out, today was one of the days it hadn't rained, so Lilah wasn't covered with mud when she finally decided to bring him back inside, a little earlier than usual.
She and her strange frog prince returned to her room.
"Where are Mimi, Dexter and Henry?" she asked. Sohan looked up at her and seemed to shrug. He didn't really care where they had run off to. They were noisy.
Lilah was about to pull out her book of the week...she hadn't picked it yet, but it would be good, when Maggie ducked her head in.
"I think you might wanna come and see this..." she said, although she didn't quite look at Lilah. The little girl sat for a moment. Sometimes Momma said strange things, but...
She hopped up and followed Maggie down the hall. There was a small room at the end, where Maggie kept cast off bits of fabric, stuff too small or too strange to use. Lilah's mother pushed the door open, and inside Lilah was met with the strangest sight. The first thing she spotted were her siblings, Ani, Zuki, Berry, Caissa and Cynthia sitting in the corner, shoveling popcorn into their mouths and giggling.
In the middle of the room was a small dress form, which seemed to have been constructed using one of Lilah's t-shirts and duct tape and on the form was a shining dress made of strange blue fabric (Maggie hadn't liked how shiny it was and thought that nothing could be made with it). Around the waist was a brightly colored belt with a large (misshapen) rainbow to hook it in place. Mimi seemed to be squeaking (although Lilah was catching snippets of words and a beat) while attaching a white trimming to the hem.
Henry and Dexter seemed to be squeaking along with Mimi, while they constructed what appeared to be leg and arm-warmers of multicolored bits of fabric. They were almost rainbows, but some of the colors were in the wrong spot, and some were just...wrong. Others were off colored versions of what they should be.
"Wha...?"
"Oh, they've been doing this for HOURS now, it's amazing," Ani replied, looking almost gleeful.
Berry nodded. "You should have seen them making the dress." She paused, wrinkling her nose a little. "They...didn't use scissors to cut the fabric."
Upon spotting their human, Henry stopped his little 'song' and motioned to the others. They came and tugged at Lilah's socks, trying to pull the new ones over.
"Alright, alright!" She took their finished pieces and walked back to her bedroom to put on the dress and accessories.
When she came back, Mimi scaled her shoulder and pulled Lilah's blond hair into a strange side ponytail.
"You look..." Berry started, but Ani interrupted her. "Ridiculous!"
"I think it's cute," Maggie said, smiling. "They made you a Halloween costume."
Six little heads turned to her. "Halloween?"
By the time Maggie was finished explaining, the rest had already begun planning out their outfits and where they'd go and how awesome it'd be.
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Posted: Thu Oct 14, 2010 2:02 pm
Lilah's Journal: Page 1 Moma bougted me (Lilah) a jornal journel empty book for me to rite in. She says that it is gud for me to rite things down. I reed lots of stories and I shuld talk about those. But I dun want to! I haf alots of stories in my own head. I think it is much moar fun to make up stories then to talk about ones that are already riten down. Moma says that there are pepul who have jobs (but I dun no what a job is) were they sit all day and rite things. I think that I want to do that someday! So I must practice. My first story will be about candy. Bcause I like candy. It is yumy (Moma says yumy in my tumy all the time, but I think she is being silly). So the book has to be about candy. Be cause it is my troo luv. Lilah!
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Posted: Thu Oct 14, 2010 2:02 pm
Journal/Solo RP - Candied Books
Lilah had saved up all the candy money that Maggie had given her over the month, and instead of buying her usual 2 packs of taffy and bar of chocolate (she almost seemed like a regular smoker, if she would have known what that was) a week, she had bought construction paper, a bright silver marker, as well as a pack of colored markers, yarn and what Maggie had called "laminate", which was funny clear stuff that Maggie had said would keep paper from tearing, getting dirty or other mishaps.
The little blond girl was drawing furiously, concentrating very hard. She had decided to try her hand at this 'story writing' thing, and her first book was going to be for her friend Vance.
The first 5 pages were already done, Vance was in search of a most treasured prize, candy! He had looked high (and here she had drawn a picture of him looking on the table, since that was about as high as she could look) and he had looked low (under a water dish on the floor) but there wasn't any candy to be found!
The page she was working on now was the page where Vance discovers that nefarious Brownies had stolen the candy (mischievous little imps!) and she was cutting out arrows in the construction paper for the path that Vance followed to find the Brownies.
Maggie watched bemused from the opposite end of the room, but then wandered off, to work on her own projects, costumes owed to customers, tiding up, running her small shop. When she came back, just 30 minutes later Lilah was adding glitter to the last page, which showed Vance triumphantly returning with his candy, after having valiantly battled the brownies in single combat for them. Every fairy tale cliche (although Lilah wouldn't know that's what they were) she could think of, Lilah had thrown in.
Proudly she held it out to Maggie, who helped her to laminate the pages. When she was done, Maggie gave Lilah a large, blunt needle, which the little girl used to sew a seam up the side of the book to bind the pages together.
She flipped through it, reading it (very slowly) to Maggie, who gasped and clapped at all the right places, and failed to notice all of the spelling errors. As the finished reading, Lilah looked down at the last page.
"Oh! It's missing something!" she cried. Out of her pocket she procured a smooshed piece of taffy, and tapped in onto the picture-Vance's hand.
"That's so he really does find the candy at the end!" she exclaimed, then yawned.
Maggie nodded and smiled, noticing the big yawn. "You did a wonderful job!" she replied, scooping Lilah up. "But now it's bed time!"
"Nooooooo!" Lilah cried "I'm no-no-not tiiiired!" she protested, through another yawn. Sleepily she allowed herself to be put to bed, snuggling up with her newly written book.
She couldn't wait to see Vance again!
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Posted: Thu Oct 14, 2010 2:03 pm
Maggie's Journal: Page 42 I'm pretty sure someone is stealing pages from my journal now. Just sayin'.
Lilah's been with me for awhile now. She's been meeting all sorts of people, and sometimes it's still hard to tell if she's making them up or not. She spoke of a frog boy in her dreams, and I was sure he was made up, until she met him again in the mall. Only he wasn't so much a 'frog boy' as a boy in a frog hoodie. She does have a wild imagination.
She's also mentioned other children, a puppet boy, a girl in the candy shop and a young man with a snake on his head. I suppose compared to my others, that's nothing exactly out of the ordinary, but I wonder if Lilah is seeing things differently, like her "frog boy" friend.
For Halloween her rats decided to take a leaf out of the Cinderella book and make her a costume. They dressed her up in a bright rainbow dress, with very loud socks. She loved it, of course, as well as the free candy that came with it (we had to drag her back at the end of the night!).
She tries to do more and more on her own, which she ought to, I suppose. But I do like doing things for (and with) her still. I try not to rush her, it'll be too soon when she becomes a surly teenager like Cynthia (though I hope not quite as surly!) and then she won't want to play with silly forgetful Maggie.
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Posted: Fri Oct 29, 2010 1:44 am
Learning/Honing a Skill
Lilah had begun to notice odd things going on when she read. She had been reading lots of holiday stories lately, getting ready for Christmas, which Maggie had been telling her all about. When she read, there seemed to be shimmering and faint images forming in the corner of whatever room she read in.
To figure out what was going on, she had gathered up 3 books, all very different from one another. The first was 'A Christmas Carol' a classic ghost story with holiday themes and redemption. The next was one of her favorite kids books, "How the Grinch Stole Christmas". It was also a holiday book, Lilah was curious if it would work with just holiday books, so she had to test more than one, and finally had her third book which wasn't holiday. The last one she had found in a dusty box, up in the attic, shoved back in a corner. Lilah was sad to see all the books in the box packed away and unloved. This one had had a familiar character, which was why she picked it up: "Little Red Rides the Wolf", which she imagined to be some sort of racing story. Maybe Red and the Wolf paired up to beat the Tortoise and the Hare! It had a strange cover though. Red seemed to be wearing a bathing suit of some sort. It must be summer time!
The little blond girl spread the three books on her bed and stared at them, deciding to start with "How The Grinch Stole Christmas", it was one of her favorites! She started to read, deciding to read out loud.
"Every Who
Down in Who-ville
Liked Christmas a lot...
But the Grinch,
Who lived just North of Who-ville,
Did NOT! "
Nothing. Hm. She kept reading, the Grinch didn't like Christmas because of the noise, or maybe the toys, or the feast. She wasn't sure. She started to tear up when he was so gleeful:
"They're finding out now that no Christmas is coming!
They're just waking up! I know just what they'll do!
Their mouths will hang open a minute or two
The all the Whos down in Who-ville will all cry BOO-HOO!"
She could picture all the little Whos, especially Cindy-Lou Who, sad with no Christmas! Her lip began to shake, but bravely she kept reading.
"Every Who down in Who-ville, the tall and the small,
Was singing! Without any presents at all!
He HADN'T stopped Christmas from coming!
IT CAME!
Somehow or other, it came just the same!"
In the corner of the room the light seemed to bend...a small circle was forming, and then the circle became more distinct, as Liliah continued to picture the Whos all singing, although soundlessly, she though she could faintly hear ....bells? She imagined she could see the Whos, all coming together, celebrating Christmas! The circle began to fade, as the thought slipped from her mind, but for one second she saw the outlines of hundreds of Whos, and Cindy-Lou looked up at her...And waved!
The room seemed to darken as the Whos disappeared, and Lilah breathed out. Had she really SEEN that? Had SHE done that?
She closed Grinch and hurriedly picked up 'A Christmas Carol'. This time she didn't read the book aloud. Could it happen when there was no voice to act as a catalyst?
Lilah yawned a bit as she read about Scrooge and his clerk, Bob. She continued to read. Ghosts would come to see him. She read about the first ghost, a child-like thing, which took Scrooge to the past. The second ghost, the ghost of Christmas Present. He had always seemed like a fun, jolly sort of fellow, with his merriment and his feasting and kindness.
"Come in!" she cried, half reading, half pretending.
"And know me better, man!" a booming voice replied. Lilah, so startled, dropped her book. There had been a loud, jovial voice, but....no one was there. She checked the hallway, walking down it. As she approached her own bedroom door again, she heard more:
"I am the Ghost of Christmas Present. Look upon me!"
"To the founder of the feast!" she heard, what she imagined to be Bob Cratchit's voice.
"His wealth is of no use to him. He don't do any good with it." This time she was sure it was Scrooge's nephew, Fred she heard. She pushed open her door, quickly, hoping to surprise her apparitions. But there was nothing there!
She finished out the book, but nothing else happened. She'd have to try EXTRA hard this time, to get both voice and image. Lilah decided to just open to a random page. This was a lot bigger than her other 2 books, and she didn't know if she could get through the whole thing in one night.
Concentrate! she thought to herself. Make them become real!
"Lights out!" Maggie called from outside her door. "It's bedtime!" Lilah frowned. She couldn't stop now! Hopping off her bed, she grabbed her flashlight, clicked off her bedroom light and hid in the closet.
As she read, again to herself, she focused on the words, not taking it in at all, but trying to read them off the page. She had noticed that it happened when she was emotional, but that was a weak grasp. Maybe she could do it if she didn't let herself get sucked in (that might be hard!).
Breaking the kiss, she trailed her lips across his rough whiskered face to whisper in his ear, “Are you finished patching me up yet?”
He either groaned or cleared his throat, she wasn’t certain, but he didn’t respond. His fingers traced the length of her spine. His touch sent a spasm of desire straight to her... What was that word? She had never seen it before! That seemed weird. Would it break the magic if she went to get a dictionary to see? Probably...And Maggie might catch her out of bed. She was about to continue reading on, but noticed through the crack of her partially open closet door the blurry outlines of two people at her windowsill.
She concentrated harder. They had to be the two she had just read about! Appear! she commanded in her head. They suddenly sharpened into focus. Lilah blushed a brilliant red. That wasn't a bathing suit! That was the funny things that Maggie had in her dresser drawer, that she wore UNDER clothes.
"I’d love for you to join me on the very comfortable bed," the Red was saying to the Wolf-man. He followed her, Red walking in front of her, and blocking Lilah's view of anything below the Wolf-man's shoulders. They climbed into bed- HER bed, and started to kiss again. The man was doing something strange, Lilah saw the red under-garments fall to the ground. What was he doing that for? He seemed to be laying on her, what an awkward way to sleep!
Then they started to make funny sounds. Was he hurting her?!? Lilah threw open the door, yelling for them to cut it out!
"EEK!" Red shrieked, as they both stared down at Lilah, just before her and the Wolf-man faded out.
Lilah's jaw hung open.
What WAS that?
Maggie had heard the noise and had come dashing down the hall, out of breath when she entered Lilah's room, wielding a broom.
"What's wrong??" she asked. It took Lilah a moment to compose herself and then sheepishly told her what she had been practicing. Her mother seemed quite impressed about her being able to conjure things out of books, then picked up one, now lying on the floor.
"You....you weren't practicing with this, were you?" she asked, worry and embarrassment creeping into her voice.
"Yeah!" Lilah exclaimed. "THEY were the ones makin' all the noise! They were on top of each other and he was...was...Do YOU know what he was doin'?"
"Her," Maggie said, absentmindedly forgetting who she was talking to.
"Huh?" Lilah asked, obviously confused.
"WHAT? Oh. Nothing. NOTHING," the woman said, going as red as her hair. She picked up the book. "Just, uh...stick with the stuff that's not...Where did you find this??"
"The attic."
"Ah...Well. Don't get those books. They're, ah....momma's 'special' books. You have special books, right?"
Lilah nodded. She didn't like people touching her 'Cinderella' book! It was very old and worn and she was worried they'd hurt it.
"Right, well. So these are mine, and you should practice with any of the ones in the library, ok?"
The little girl nodded again. "Ok!"
"Right. Great. Um...time for bed now. For real!"
The red-head hurried out of the room, shutting the door a little more forcibly than she intended behind her.
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Posted: Tue Nov 09, 2010 10:52 am
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Posted: Wed Nov 10, 2010 10:56 am
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