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 Posted: Wed Jul 19, 2006 3:34 am
A New Friend? Sauda meets Kiku; Part 2.Tsunake Sauda listened in awed silence, wondering just how useful an ability like that could be. "Really?" She was quiet for a moment, then asked softly, "Could you tell anything about me?" She was curious, wondering how long Kiku had spent learning such a thing. "Is it hard?" Maybe she'd like to learn how to do such a thing...Not to the extent that Kiku could, naturally, but just little things. Why, if she could tell someone's mood just by how they posed themselves, or something of that sort, there'd be endless possibilities of what she could do.
The more she thought about it, the more fascinated Sauda became. Well, what if she tried it on Diago? She could try observing what he did, and as Kiku said, try to figure out some of his quirks. "Oh, I'm sorry if I'm being forward." The green haired girl apologized, realizing how eager she must have sounded. "This is all just new to me and I...I like to learn about new things." draconianraven "Oh, it's fine... let's see. I could tell you were nervous talking to me-- you seemed like you were worried I was going to judge you or disdain you or some such. It's not difficult once you learn how to watch, and it takes... well, depending on how detailed you wish to become in your learning, it can take anywhere from a week to years to learn how to be observant, though it's more concentration than anything else. It's not difficult as long as you can focus your mind," Kiku smiled slightly.
"If you're curious... perhaps I could teach you a few tricks," the girl laughed softly. Kiku enjoyed teaching others to see the truth of the matter, as long as it helped them become more adept at whatever they needed to do to move forward in life. An ability was an ability after all, something useful, a tool to be presented and shared.
Tsunake Green eyes widened slightly, wondering if her thoughts had really been so...well, easy to read. She wasn't embarrassed, but impressed instead. Why be embarrassed? She had asked what Kiku could tell about her, and, well, she had been uneasy. "Ohh, that's why you're so good, isn't it? You've been practicing for a long time..." Years, huh? Well, it was to be expected, right? No one was really good at anything without a bit of practice.
"I'd like to learn, as long as you don't mind." She smiled, pleased by the notion that she might be able to pick up just how this useful little ability worked. Even if she wasn't very good at it, it might help her conceal her own emotions--or pick up on other people's. First impressions were vital, and Sauda couldn't help wondering if those kids would have left her alone if she had appeared a little more...confident. draconianraven Such an eager girl-- it seemed prudent to give her at least a little bit of an idea of the way people worked before someone took advantage of her. But at the same time, it meant that Sauda would have to work, be willing to put in the time and effort-- not everyone wanted to. Most people wished for the end result without wanting to do what was necessary. That wouldn't do.
"I wouldn't mind at all, provided you're willing to put in the effort," Kiku smiled slightly. "I won't lie to you-- that would be demeaning to us both-- it's not going to be an easy task. But it will be a worthwhile one, if you choose it to be," the girl promised, silver eyes taking in Sauda approvingly. "You get out of anything what you choose to put into it, after all."
Tsunake Sauda had been sheltered after all, not choosing to stray out into the world and experience things for herself. Well, the time had come for her to break free of her secure environment at home, wandering out into the world so she could learn about how it worked--and how to fend for herself. This was the first of many encounters, and at this stage in her life, they could only help her. She understood that this would take time and patience; Kiku herself had said that it could even take years to get very good. That was all right. She didn't have anything else to do.
"Well, if it was easy, then everyone could do it, and it wouldn't be so special." Sauda reasoned. "I'd like to learn, and that's okay if it'll take some work. Like you said, it's pretty much worth the effort." A shy smile. "And maybe it'll help me understand people better--and not be so worried about what they might think of me. draconianraven Ah, to be sweet and shy again-- it had been a wonderful point in Kiku's past, that time when she'd been taken under the wing of that mysterious woman whose voice had guided her through so many ups and downs in life; the voice that had taught her how to watch, observe, learn... that voice in the shadows disappearing after she became of age to go out on her own and observe. Sauda needed someone to look out for her too, it seemed, which made Kiku feel... complete, in a way she hadn't felt since the voice had left her. It meant something to pass along the gift she had been given by such a prominent figure in her past.
"...I think it's wise of you to consider learning," Kiku smiled gently at the girl. "And I think it would be useful to you to understand people better-- not everyone's going to come at you with inherant dislike of anyone akin to you. People have their reasons-- you just need to understand how to steer around them to get to where you need to be.
"As far as teaching you to observe... when would you like to begin learning?"
Tsunake Perhaps Sauda, in turn, would be able to teach this ability to someone else if she was willing to work hard enough to earn it. Yes, she shouldn't jump ahead of herself; she hadn't even started yet, let alone would she be able to teach a single soul at the moment. Best be patient and see if she could even master this gift before thinking such things.
Kiku's comment made her smile shyly, her gaze dropping to her hands which had settled quietly in her lap. Though the other girl was about her age, Sauda somehow felt as though she was much older--she carried a maturity that was beyond her years. "If I can get over my own hesitance, then I think I'll be able to understand why people act the way they do, and how to get closer to them." Simple logic. A quiet blink, and Sauda looked thoughtful for a moment. "Well, I don't have much to do, so anytime in the afternoon would work perfectly." draconianraven Kiku smiled. "All right then. Did you want to begin today, or shall we plan to meet again some other day? I don't want to rush you. It's your decision."
The truth was, Kiku would prefer to wait a little while to teach her-- if they met again, or (preferably) if Sauda sought her out, it would show she wanted to learn more. Hopefully she'd gained some confidence from their little discussion-- enough to seek out new people and ideals on her own.
Tsunake "Well," The girl said reluctantly, tucking a lock of that grass-green hair behind one ear. "My mom’s probably worried that I haven’t come back yet. It'd be better if we could do this on a day where I told her I'd be gone for a while."
Tsunake wouldn't be too pleased if she wandered off again without permission. Understandable, and Sauda would like to avoid angering her mother. "I'll come try to find you again sometime--maybe we can find each other in this park again." She wouldn't plan a specific date, having no idea on when would be a good time to meet the other girl. Slowly, she rose from the bench, dusting off her skirt and pants. She'd just have to keep looking, like she was doing with Diago. "It was nice to meet you, Kiku." Tsunake "Well," The girl said reluctantly, tucking a lock of that grass-green hair behind one ear. "My mom’s probably worried that I haven’t come back yet. It'd be better if we could do this on a day where I told her I'd be gone for a while."
Tsunake wouldn't be too pleased if she wandered off again without permission. Understandable, and Sauda would like to avoid angering her mother. "I'll come try to find you again sometime--maybe we can find each other in this park again." She wouldn't plan a specific date, having no idea on when would be a good time to meet the other girl. Slowly, she rose from the bench, dusting off her skirt and pants. She'd just have to keep looking, like she was doing with Diago. "It was nice to meet you, Kiku." draconianraven Kiku stood as well, smiling softly at the other girl. "It wouldn't do to worry your mother. I wouldn't want her thinking I'm a bad influence on you without even meeting her-- then she might not let me see you again, and that would be most distressing. You're my first friend here, after all, if I may call you my friend.
"It was nice to meet you as well, Sauda. I'm sure we'll meet again soon," the girl curtsied.
Tsunake Sauda smiled quietly, shaking her head. "Oh, don't worry about that. My mom would be happy to know I was making friends--she'd just be angry that I didn't tell her that's where I was. She worries an awful lot." At the word 'friend', her smile widened, and she nodded. "Oh, of course. Because that means that I can call you a friend as well." So, she had another new friend now. She felt rather bubbly at the thought, but suppressed her silly impulses for the moment.
She bowed her head forward slightly at the curtsy, offering another smile. "I'll look for you." With another little dip of her head, the girl twitched her fingers in a small wave, then began to head home. How exciting--she had made a new friend without any trouble at all. Tsunake would be pleased to hear of it, too. draconianraven Kiku smiled, watching the girl leave. Sauda, her new friend. How... perfect and fitting. After all, there were so many things that could be taken care of as far as friends went. Sauda could learn much from Kiku, and Kiku knew that the other girl would be able to teach her things as well. As such things went, it seemed most... amicable. Pleasant.
She'd have to make sure to come by this place again sometime so she could run into Sauda again. It was nice to have a friend.
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Posted: Sat Jul 29, 2006 8:38 pm
Malachite's Birthday Party. Sauda had lots of fun here, and made a lot of new friends, as well as meeting a few of her old ones. wink
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Posted: Tue Aug 01, 2006 2:36 am
Sauda It's...strange. I started thinking about this ever since we got back from Malachite's party...which was fun, by the way. Malachite is so pretty...and so was his friend, Aponi. They were prettier than any person I've any seen before. Or any girl that is. And so I've started to wonder--why wasn't I a boy? People have already told me that it's...weird that I don't like 'girl' things. That it's weird that I like zombies and video games and running around outside. Well, boys can do it, can't they? And if boys are that pretty...well, why wasn't I a boy? It's not fair at all. I haven't talked to Mom about it yet.
Maybe this explains a lot of things. I started making friends with boys a lot faster and easier than I did with girls...though...I do have girl friends now. That shouldn't mean anything though, right? I want to be a boy. Everything would be easier that way--I could like what I wanted and be just as pretty as Malachite maybe...And then I wouldn't have to have to act all polite and stuff. I could just tell people what I really thought about them and not have to be nice...like those kids at school.
I wonder what Mom will think when I tell her? That I'd rather be a boy, anyway. I know about sex changes and stuff, but...I'd just feel fake then. ...Maybe I can have her take me shopping. Maybe I can get some new clothes--and then maybe feel like a boy a little bit more. A pretty boy. Boys can dress in girl clothes--I've seen it, and it looks good if it's done right. Maybe I don't have to change myself all that much...maybe I'll just think of myself as a boy...
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Posted: Fri Aug 18, 2006 10:09 pm
Clothing please?Her dark little fingers clung tightly to the crumpled, rather abused piece of paper. She wasn't exactly what one could call nervous--apprehensive, maybe. As of late, the girl had been carefully looking through magazines, books, anything she could get her hands on. Anything with pictures, that is. Sauda had been thinking about how she looked and how she would like to look for some time now. She was clever enough to know that outward appearances would not change who she really was--but they might help her sort out what sort of personality she had. Honestly, she had no clue. She just...didn't really fit in with any specific 'group'. Which was fine, of course.
Eventually, Sauda had just started to look for articles of clothing that she liked, cutting out pictures here and there. She was going to ask Tsunake to take her out to shop--she just didn't feel comfortable with herself. And besides, she hadn't gone shopping for a while. And, also, though her thoughts of wishing she was a boy were far from gone, she had seen plenty of them wearing pretty clothing. So why couldn't she?
"Mom?" The girl asked hesitantly, holding the paper close to her chest as she slunk downstairs. The silver-haired woman was sprawled in a nearby chair, slaving over taxes and such. "Mm?" She lifted her head, blinking curiously at her daughter. "Whatcha need, kiddo?" The paper was thrust at her without a word, and Tsunake found herself staring at a...well, a pair of boots. (Here) Long, sleek, and shiny. Tsunake looked puzzled, glancing up from the paper at the obviously nervous girl. "...Annnd?"
"I wanna go shopping. I wanna get boots like that and other darker clothes. Like, like, dark lacy stuff, stuff that makes me feel...pretty." Sauda said in a rush, studying her bare feet. "I just wanna get new clothes..."
Tsunake chuckled softly, handing the paper back. "Fine. We'll go look tomorrow, since I'm busy today, mmkay?"
Sauda looked stunned. "...You mean, you're not upset?"
"...Why would I be upset?"
"...Well...they might be expensive...and you already bought me clothes...and..."
Her guardian laughed at that, shaking her head good-naturedly. "Don't be silly! I've barely bought you a thing, and I've been starting to feel pretty guilty about it. You're a lovely young woman, and it's time that you can start getting the stuff you want. As long as it isn't too--revealing."
Sauda shook her head furiously. "It might be like...well...sleek, but I won't expose myself. I don't want too."
Tsunake smiled wanly, reaching out to give her hand a gentle, motherly squeeze. "Then that's fine. Now, it's late. Go to bed, all right? We'll go first thing tomorrow."
Sauda returned the smile briefly, feeling happier than she had in a long time. "Thanks mom!" And with that, she bounded up the stairs, immensely relieved that her conversation had gone well. She hadn't talked to her mom about wanting to be a guy, but...well, she could do that later.
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Posted: Tue Sep 19, 2006 1:04 pm
Words of Warning It has been over a month since your last post.
This is not acceptable.
You have 3 days to make a post up to my standards, or Sauda will be taken away from you.
This Warning and its Requirements are Not Negotionable
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Posted: Wed Sep 20, 2006 3:23 am
Sauda I don't even know what to say right now. Mom like...got a boyfriend...? Or not. I dunno. She freaked out when I asked, but...whatever. Means she'll leave Diago's dad alone. Anyway! I also got a brother! If you can call him that. He's...well, he's sorta special. Just like everyone else in this family. His name's Ithai...He reminds me of some sort of crazy wild animal. He wears all this fur and stuff and he's got brown hair...It's longer than mine! I guess that's sort of depressing, but I don't think I care too much. You know why? Cause mom's boyfriend-but-not is really sorta funny. I didn't get to see him much--I was spying on them from my room. I thought men were supposed to be all big and strong, or maybe I just thought mom would act more lady-like around him. Yeah, no. She's still all...I dunno. He's funny though. Whenever he compliments her (and he does it a lot, it's sorta disgusting) she gets all...like....'Ohh, stop saying that...' I think they found out I was spying on them though, cause I kept giggling. Oh well.
Oh, yeah, about Ithai. He thinks he's scary, but he's really not. He tried to growl at me. The Nemesis could and WOULD eat him. And he wants to hurt Alena! I hope she bites him too...but, he's not that bad. He's quiet, really quiet. Mom said I was sorta quiet too. Maybe I should go talk to him later. After all, mom hasn't told me how or why she brought him home. Or her boyfriend either. I dunno his name yet, I'll have to ask.
Well...let's see. School's okay, I guess. We've started PE, and I like that. I get to run around after sitting in a desk all day, trying to make myself remember whatever the teachers told us. I haven't seen Diago lately, or Kiki either...I wonder how they're doing. I've been stopping at the baseball diamond, but Diago's never there. As for Kiki...well...maybe I should ask mom if she knows her phone number, or something. It's been so boring around here lately. Well, until we got Ithai and whatever. I don't think I've ever seen Alena so determined to eat someone before...
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Posted: Wed Feb 21, 2007 2:13 am
Journal Entry
I guess I've come to a conclusion, of sorts.
I mean. I feel really stupid for not realizing this before, I guess. I think I've been trying too hard to fit in with people. Trying to hard to act 'normal'. I was reading that book that Catzi had given to me, and it was like--why should I care what other people think of me? Look at mom--she doesn't care at all, and she's awesome! ...In a crazy, weird sort of way that scares most people. Anyway, the reason I'm writing this...well, I guess I'm tired of trying to act like someone I'm not. I'm tired of trying to dress like someone I'm not. Who cares if other people think it looks weird, right? Mr. Finesse's friends could probably beat them up anyway, hah.
So, this is what I'm thinking. I might cut my hair short in the back, but let the bangs grow out pretty long. Maybe I could spike my hair too, or something, keep clips in it or whatever. But I know that I'm gonna get it cut at least, and maybe with a little hair gel...I don't think I'll touch the front part, though. Being recognized as a girl as a good thing. I might get my ears pierced, too...The lobes, and maybe the tops. I dunno yet! I don't think mom would mind at all...As far as clothing goes...I still like darker stuff--really bright things don't look nice against my skin, or whatever. I'm gonna dig around in my closet later and see if I can find something else to wear--maybe something a bit crazier, but still nice.
Ithai's gotten a lot calmer. Well, sorta. He threw himself in the lion's den at the zoo the other day. And then the poor lion...Well, Mr. Finesse saved Ithai's a**, that's all that matters. >>;; He's stopped trying to go after Alena too. And even though I'm older, it's sorta nice to have him around, 'cause he never seems to be really bothered by anything. Sometimes, he lets me go with him when he disappears outside for hours! Mom's stopped locking him up in his room--he still wears those stupid handcuffs though....Hm. Maybe I'll get some chains for myself so I can jangle 'em around and stuff. He doesn't like me messing around with his, but whatever.
Sooo, what else. Short hair doesn't look bad on girls, does it? On TV, you always see those poptarts with their long hair and whatever. I dunno. I guess it's cause most people think girls with short hair look like dykes, or something. Or maybe that's just me. Well, screw them. Maybe if I cut my hair short and look pretty, they'll shut up.
...I really hate feeling insecure sometimes.
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Posted: Mon Mar 19, 2007 7:28 am
"Where ya going?"
His boot had barely made it off the patio, crushing the fresh, dew-slicked grass underneath its weight, the delicate aroma curling into the dusky night air. Hiding beneath his wild, matted locks of brown, the preteen glanced over one shoulder, golden eyes narrowed with irritation. Sauda stood in the open doorframe, browned forearms leaning up against the rickety wood, a knowing smile curling at her lips.
"It's getting late out. It's cold, too."
Her vivid green eyes flickered only once to the milky skin of his arms and thighs, exposed, save for the knife strapped firmly to one leg, and the tattered bands of fishnet on his upper arms. Even now, fur still draped his shoulders, bones of his latest kills entangled within his hair like decorations. But Sauda had grown used to her brother's strange, almost animalistic ways. However, he'd been acting strange lately, keeping those silver handcuffs bound tight against his wrists, slinking here and there within the house, and generally remaining more reclusive than usual.
It worried her.
Even now, he simply watched her, no longer narrowing his eyes or baring his sharpened teeth in her direction, as he once had. He had come to accept her and the rest, so long as they kept to themselves. He'd even begun to uphold an unspoken promise between them: as a sibling, a pack mate, it was his duty to protect her, and she to him. Whether she understood or not, he did not know.
"Out."
His raspy tone was quiet, as always, curt and holding a bitterness that caused her to move after him, making sure to close the door behind her. "Then I'm coming to." Sauda informed him simply, crossing her arms across her chest, daring him to argue.
He'd preferred it when she'd been shy.
Ithai watched her for a moment more, then slipped quietly off the patio, shifting his weight to the balls of his feet to retain his silence, despite his heavy footwear. After tugging on her skirt, despite the pants that kept her legs well covered, Sauda followed. Wordlessly, Ithai led her through the forest, winding through trails he'd obviously established, pausing here and there to check traps that even her keen eyes failed to pick up on.
For the most part, they were empty, save the last.
The snared rabbit had obviously thrashed itself to near-exhaustion, only kicking limply as he stooped in front of the hole, his features impassive. Yet, his eyes gleamed with predatory interest-snapping upward as Sauda made a soft sound of unhappiness.
"The poor thing...You gonna kill him?" She crouched on the opposite side of the hole, her dark face unreadable, save for those glowing green eyes, innocent, yet somehow tainted with darker knowledge of how the world worked. "He reminds me of the animals in the zoo," She continued, her eyes slyly ticking down to the creature, knowing quite well that was one of the reasons for Ithai's latest mood swing.
A soft, sharp growl thrummed deeply within his chest and throat, and Ithai pulled his lips back, his filed teeth still sharp as ever as they ground against one another.
"It is different." He insisted quietly, his lips still pulled back in his not-so-silent snarl.
"How?" Sauda challenged back, her arms wrapping quietly around her knees. "It didn't take any effort on your part--you just made the cage and left it open so he could walk right in. That's why you jumped in that lion's den, right? Because you wanted to see if he could still fight, even though he was stuck in a cage."
Silence.
For a moment, the preteen wondered if she'd gone too far, her eyes narrowed quietly as she studied her adopted brother's face. He was thinking, and thinking hard, his eyes fixed upon the rabbit within the hole.
"I am no different."
Ithai's words were dulled with grudging acceptance, the barest hiss into the rapidly darkening sky. "Who creates these rules that we must obey without question? What makes us so better, that we have right to cage others for our own amusement?" He drew his lips back once more, disgusted as he bore his teeth at the rabbit. "When he fought back, he was slain--because it was decided that my life was more important than his own."
Sauda fidgeted quietly with the ruffles on her skirt, resting her chin upon her knees as her shoulders hunched with the chill of the night air. "Then what are you gonna do?"
"I will break out." Ithai responded simply, snatching the rabbit by the scruff of the neck with surprising speed. "If it is humanity that dictates such rules, then I will have nothing to do with it. I won't spend my life in a cage." The rabbit scrabbled madly, its claws ripping furrows into the soft forest floor as it was released, bounding away into the underbrush to live another day. He rose wordlessly to his feet, still churning over these thoughts as he moved to make his way back to the house.
A soft sigh escaped from the girl-child who, after dusting off her pants, hopped up as well, dancing after him to give him a shove. "Yeah, well, if you aren't sneaky, Mr. Finesse'll just throw you over one shoulder again and carry you back. You know that, right?"
Ithai grumbled wordlessly at that. That damned man had gotten lucky at the zoo, was all.
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Posted: Thu May 10, 2007 5:58 pm
It has been over a month since your last post.
This is not acceptable.
You have 2 days to make a post up to my standards, or Sauda will be *frozen.
This Warning and its Requirements are Not Negotionable.
*Frozen: When a pet is forced to remain in it's current stage indefinitely due to an owner's failure to comply with contractual obligations made and understood prior to the purchase of the pet. Additionally, the journal is locked and ownership is still retained despite the frozen state.
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Posted: Fri May 11, 2007 6:01 am
Wow...It's been a while, hasn't it? Sorry...I guess I've just been sort of busy. Really busy, actually. Where should I start...? I've grown a lot since I've last written--I was flipping through the pages, and some of what I put down just made me cringe. I was pretty immature back then, huh? Well. Mom and I went shopping a long time ago for a different wardrobe for me. Got a little bit of everything now. Girly clothes, punk stuff, boy clothes...just...whatever I feel like wearing, you know? Changes every day. ;D
Highschool's a b***h, but I expected that. Once you put your foot down and make yourself known though, it's not so bad, especially when kids learn they can't push your a** around. Hm. Mom and I have been having some spats lately--she can't keep coddling me like I'm some little kid, you know? I mean...I love her, I do, I try to listen to what she has to tell me...and she's taught me well. I don't mess around with s**t like drugs or sex...though, I'll admit, I have a few drinks when I go out clubbing now and again. What she doesn't know can't hurt her, right?
Ithai's still acting like a wild animal, but he's my animal, so it's cool. He's pretty quiet still, pretty solitary...sorta reminds me of myself. Weird, huh? I guess you could say I'm lonely sometimes. I sorta drift from group to group--but I don't have any real friends who I feel like I can completely open up to. But that's okay, too. You can't trust people all the time. Sometimes, it's better just to listen to everyone else's problems without having to share any of your own.
The tip of her pen paused for a moment, the green ink seeping gently into the worn paper while she chewed thoughtfully at its end, vivid eyes flickering distantly to her closed door. She thought she'd heard something. Ithai? Alena? Maybe her mom. Rolling off her bed to her feet, Sauda stretched, then sauntered over to the door, cracking it open so one bright eye could peer out, framed by silky green locks. Nothing. That was weird. A thoughtful frown pursued her lips for a moment as the teenager remembered that Tsunake had taken Alena to a special 'vet' of sorts, since the dragoness had managed to eat an entire container of bleach. And Ithai was probably out hunting...She drifted back to her bed, taking up the pen and journal once more.
Well, whatever. You know, I wonder what everyone's up to, nowadays? Everyone I used to know as a kid. I haven't seen anyone I recognize in ages...Maybe I should go look for them. It'd be nice to see them again. Besides, there's only so many hours I can spend in my room, shooting zombies. Hahaha, I've even started to name some of them--
There was a definite thud from downstairs.
Sauda sat upright, her eyes wide with alarm. What the hell? Was someone breaking in? The notebook forgotten, she hesitantly padded across the room, willing herself not to breathe as she pulled open the door. You're being stupid, Sauda chided herself when nothing lunged at her face, moving quickly to the top of the stairs. Maybe something had fallen off a shelf. Uh-huh. All by itself. Creeping down the stairs, the girl wished she'd managed to snatch something heavy to bring with her--also wishing she wasn't in nothing but a tank-top and pajama bottoms. Please to not be encouraging the rapist, right?
Now that she was pressed against the inner wall of the stairs, Sauda sidled closer to the corner, knowing that this probably looked really stupid, and blaming the paranoia on too much Silent Hill lately. Needless to say, she screamed loud enough to probably wake up every neighbor in the area when the bloody rabbit head was practically shoved in her face. "You little son of a--!!!" Sauda howled, clutching at her chest with both hands from where she'd fallen back on the stairs. "I'm gonna KILL you!"
Ithai looked rather pleased with himself, blood smeared across his cheeks and under his eyes like warpaint, the lifeless animal still clenched within one long-nailed fist. He said nothing, pale lips curled at the corners as he observed her through those half-lidded, golden eyes of his. Sauda glowered in a way that only a teenager could, pushing herself to her feet, hands on her hips. "I'll get you back for that. Slowly. And painfully." She emphasized, tossing her head exaggeratedly before, with a swish of her hips, sauntered back up the stairs. It worked. She could hear a stifled chuckle from behind her as she rounded the corner upstairs.
Torn between mingled irritation and amusement, Sauda let out a sigh and let herself sprawl out on her bed again, staring at the ceiling for a moment before rolling to one side.
Note to self. Show no mercy when it comes to siblings. They only take advantage of it later.
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Posted: Fri May 25, 2007 10:22 pm
HIATUS NOTICE
I'm moving and therefore losing my computer this Sunday, so I'll have no internet access whatsoever. We'll be visiting family before we finally settle down, so it's looking like I won't have internet access for at least a month or so. Any internet time I get will be used for checking mail, primarily, so please don't take away my pets, thanks much.
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Posted: Tue Jun 19, 2007 12:13 pm
Just reconfirming my hiatus. I have temporary internet access, and I will be trying to get a post up, but I may need to wait until we can fully settle into my new house to do so. Thanks for your patience. x__x;;
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Posted: Wed Jul 11, 2007 8:17 am
((Christ, apologies for how long this has taken.))
Guess who IIIIII saw recently! I'm not even kidding you, okay? So, I was bored, was out taking a walk at night...Turns up I ended getting myself lost in the forest. Not so smart, but moving on. So, believe it or not, as I was wandering around in the grass, I saw something moving around in there...turned out to be an egg. A rolling egg. Well, whatever, right? So...I ended up following it around, since it seemed to know where it was going...It was sort of pleasant, actually. It acted like it could understand me, so on and so forth...Until the crazy with the bat showed up.
Naturally, I'm freaking out, right? This guy's got a bat for god's sake, and here I am, all by myself, with an egg. Yeaaaah. Turns out it wasn't any old crazy...It was Diago! Diago! How bizarre is that?! He hasn't changed a bit! He looked sorta surprised to see how much I've grown up, hah! ;D
Ohh, man, I've missed that boy! Where's he been, I wonder? After we met, I had to get home less Mom burst a gasket...It was sorta sad. I wanted to talk to him, but I didn't really get the chance. Well, I can drive now...so maaaaybe Mom won't notice if the car goes missing for a while, right? Right? I'll just tell her it was really a Transformer in disguise and it just carried me away~ ;D ...Goddamn. I want my car to be a giant alien robot.
Oh, right. What the heck am I even gonna say to Diago? 'Oh hi, sorry for dropping on your doorstep! Not really!' Yeah, that sounds about right. He's still a baseball nut, I'd wager, seeing how he carries that bat around with him. At night. Where someone's gonna think he's psycho and call the cops on him.
Hmm. I wonder if he likes DDR. That could be fun. ;D
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