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 Posted: Tue Nov 21, 2006 11:35 pm
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Posted: Tue Nov 21, 2006 11:40 pm
Metaplot: Alan dead...? [x]
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Posted: Tue Nov 21, 2006 11:40 pm
Fingers wrung together tightly, sweat settled on her brow as she watched the little girl in the chair of her office... Talia was watching her feet kick back and forth, swinging off the end of the tall adult-person's chair. She didn't know why she was here... she didn't know where daddy had gone, though sometimes he had to leave for business trips. He usually said goodbye, though! Which was why her lower lip was currently jutted out in a strong pout...
Yet, that wasn't where he'd gone... Kat knew this, hands clenched together until her knuckles were white. "Talia..." she spoke softly... tone filled with every ounce of dread she felt. The words caused the movements of the little legs to stop all at once, eyes rising to stare at the teacher... Curiosity in her eyes at that voice. She'd heard the tone quite a lot as of late, each time she came across it they would all stop at once... smiles, and laughs... then quickly have something else to do. Talia concluded that... Adults were strange...
Kat swallowed, though it did nothing to clear the lump lodged in her throat. How do you tell someone so young that their father will never return? And for someone like Talia... From the start, Alan had been the little girls 'one and only'... But what else could they do? Only the truth would suffice... and it had already been how many days? "Talia... sweetie..." she finally spoke... nearly loosing the little girl's attention with how drawn out each word was. "Its about the bo-- I mean... Alan... your father, honey." Her attention was suddenly back, a smile on her face and a flux in her color. Was he back?! The excitement that shot through the child just sent a jolt of pain through the kindergarten teacher. Okay... not the correct choice of words... "He... Honey... Sometimes, the people we love go somewhere we can't go..." Talia's smile fell, and if she were one to speak... the words might have been 'why not?'
Kat had to take another breath... the sight alone, the task at her hands, it all made tears well up in her eyes. "You see, Alan... Alan didn't survive the attack, sweetheart... he can't come back now.... So--" The teacher was cut off by the D-corp child jumping to her feet, shaking her head in a frantic 'no!' Her color shifted all at once, a pale white... fear and alarm on all her features. Kat had nothing to do but whisk the little girl into a hug "I know sweetie, I know... its okay!" well it wasn't okay, she knew that much, but the words came out anyways... the little girl struggling against her, fighting both the hug and tears... until her body fell into soft wracking sobs.
"No..." she whimpered out, finally speaking, "Daddy.... daddy's just... on a trip! He'll come back!" though the words were awkward from the lack of use. Kat wasn't sure what to do... "Talia, he's gone... he can't come back--" the point had to be driven in, she couldn't wait right? "You won't be alone though... we're all here for you, and you'll get a nice new hom--"
Wrong words. The girl's body whirled into a color she'd never gone before-- a rather vibrant and deep red, from fear to anger, eyes narrowing at the teacher as if she'd betrayed her. And as far as Talia was concerned, she had "He'll come back!" she shouted this time, assured in herself as she tore herself from the teacher's grip, rushing out the door and down the hall...
"Talia, wait!" but she was gone, and Kat, with a sigh, leaned her back against the frame of the door.
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Posted: Tue Nov 21, 2006 11:41 pm
This is Kat Dragonsbane...
I've taken over Alan's journal for the time being, as I've been taking care of the girl in his absence... Or... is that even the right word?
Talia didn't take his death well at all... she still insists he'll come back... That if she wishes and prays hard enough, it'll happen... I know Alan has come back from a lot of weird things but, he'd dead this time, it's just...
Nevermind. The point now is that she won't accept any other families we find for her... I'm very concerned, but I suppose this is all a part of the natural grievance process? I just worry what kind of environment she's in here... Will technicians and teachers be enough to help her move on?
We'll be taking her to see her dragon soon... I hope that this will give her some sort of companion in her time of need. Though it's not hatched yet...
Love,
Kat. ♥
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Posted: Sun Nov 25, 2007 9:47 pm
The day was something out of a fairytale... Though Alan's surprise return from the grave didn't leave him feeling energized-- he felt terrible... every inch of his body hurt... and the parts that didn't? Well, they didn't feel anything. He kept looking at his legs, expecting them to be amputated but... no... at the end of his hips, sure enough, the lifeless things remained... They looked perfectly normal right now. Thinning a little already from all his bed-time... as was the rest of his body, and soon his legs would probably be something of raisins... shriveled up grapes that no one wanted, right?
Despite that... he had one thing to do. Though part of him thought better of it... maybe, he should just return to the shadows? Let Talia recover and find a better home... but the thought of his little girl waiting for him tore at his heart a little too much. Whatever doubt was replaced with a foolish 'I can...!' and without so much as listening to the technicians around him... ordering them to instead carry around the IV attached to him, headed for the elevator.
It wasn't hard to find her, he knew all the places she spent her time... and lately, he heard she'd been spending a lot of time at the incubation facility... staring at the eggs there. She'd done it before too, but now it seemed she had a specific one to visit. Well... all that and, he had plenty of people on a walkie talkie he could contact at any time and ask where anyone was.
Wheeling into the room... he took a breath... eyes fighting to focus as the people behind him pushed him towards the vicinity of the cuttlefish. "Talia?" he spoke, though soft... the child's attention snapped around, eyes widening... she wondered if she was dreaming. Scared to get excited... she rose slowly, colors fluctuating without being able to figure which to settle on. "Talia..." he repeated, smiling... oh how he missed her, arms opened wide for her, and without another word she darted forward, jumping into the boss' arms. It was an instant hug, her arms around his neck, his around her waist... had he the strength, the hug would have been a suitable bear hug, the kind that pushed the air from your lungs. A few strokes of the blue hair... though the technicians behind him told them both to be careful, neither heard it. "Daddy--" he heard her hiccup out, felt the shoulder of his ever-so-flattering gown grow damp with tears.
"I'm here... I'm here... shh, it's okay." He soothed... shifting her until she could sit in his lap... though she refused to stop hugging, he had to lean back... catch his breath. The techs advised he return to the hospital part of D-corp... to which he nodded, laying down would be nice afterall... Arms settled around the little girl curled and still sobbing against him, he allowed himself to be wheeled back towards the elevators.
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Posted: Sun Nov 25, 2007 9:48 pm
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Posted: Sun Nov 25, 2007 9:55 pm
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Posted: Tue Dec 25, 2007 12:43 pm
Stopping she picked up one and looked at the strangely shaped toy with two beads for eyes and little tassels that draped from its plush like body. Turning it over she found the tag and read the description.
'Scum - he may look like the scum of the earth, but once you cross paths he's sure to grow on you.'
It took her a moment but a slow smile spread across her face. That was rather funny. They made a micro organism into a toy? And not any toy but a plush toy? And there were a lot of them Tossing the one in her hand she picked up another and read the description.
'Bad Breath - Oral malodor is no laughing matter. But don't give spicy foods all the credit. Microbes deserve their share of the glory, too. Make someone smile (as long as they've brushed first.) ' She gave a chuckle as she continued searching through the bin more out of curiosity. She finally came across one that had...a sharp toothed smiling red grin and black eyes. She liked it. When she read the description she decided that this one would work for the secret santa gift and it wasn't even that expensive. Tossing the thing into the air she gave another chuckle, wondering on just what kind of expression she would get from the girl when she gave the girl her new microbe toy. . .
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Posted: Tue Dec 25, 2007 6:49 pm
The gifts were given out, his little girl sitting in his numbed lap contently as he wheeled back towards his office after receiving the object.
She fidgeted, shifted, poking over the wrapping of the gift, until after what seemed like the eternal elevator ride, she was let free into the reconstructed office to tear open the gift from her secret santa. There were more gifts to be had, but they had been ripped into at the crack of dawn. This one she'd had to wait FOREVER for! Not to mention she had to pass by the assortment of them as they gathered under the large tree in the lobby, every day wondering which one was hers...
Alan had to wonder what the person was thinking when he saw the strange twisted grin on the plush. Who had gotten her again.... no wait, he wasn't supposed to know...
However, despite her fathers worries, the girl looked it over curiously, it had a creepy face... that was for sure, but... as she attempted to read what she could of the little tag, and suddenly recognized the word "microbe." and other various science terms she'd picked up around her living quarters, she became very excited, and very amused. Jumping to her feet, she ran towards her adopted father, making the little creature fly through the air as she went, abruptly stopping and pointing to it with a huge grin on her face.
Alan, trying to pick up the practically mute girl's body language, smiled and nodded, "Yeah..." was all he could managed as he tried to figure out what she was trying to show him about it. To his suprise, he got a hint on the matter when she said "Its a my-crow-buh!" Yes! Now he understood, the head of D-corp quickly nodded, and pulled her up into his lap, breifly regretting the lack of ability to bounce her on one knee as he used to. "Yes, it's a microbe..." Flipping the tag over he searched for the name, and tried to recall what he used to know about it. Like most things, it was fuzzy, but to the young child his hazey memories enthralled her none the less, and she listened intently to the explination.
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Posted: Mon Jul 21, 2008 3:26 am
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Vaccinations Requirement
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Posted: Mon Aug 04, 2008 9:09 pm
An Unexpected Call
It seems D-Corp has contacted you and told you to bring your child in for a check up immediately. Very little information was given to you over the phone other than the fact that it was critical that they be brought in as soon as possible.
Once at D-Corp you are directed to Dr. Acklin's office. He's running about writing things down and clicking away at some keyboards. Once he notices you he seats you and your child down immediately to take a blood sample.
The sample is run right away in the back of the office the doctors face in the computer screen the whole while. After almost an hour of being told to wait patiently the test results are finally done and you are told you are free to leave. No information is given as to why you were so urgently called in however you were assured that your child is perfectly healthy and that there is no reason for alarm.
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Posted: Sun Jun 07, 2009 2:43 am
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Posted: Sun Jun 07, 2009 6:20 pm
It's been strange... I'm back to work, though I can't say I feel like I'm doing it properly anymore. I'm told that... the lack of oxygen to my brain for the time I was clinically dead left me with a bit of damage... along with the complete paralysis to my hips out, the nerves leaving there are dead... and have no hope of recovery. I am lucky, however in the fact that... well, I can still tell when I need to use the bathroom. So not everything below the waist...
Though in the end I feel it's my fault the dragons left... then the mess... a child dead? I just don't know... On top of this, there have been more faulty experiments... Am i even capable of taking care of Talia?
Ah... Talia... She has taken some time to recover from everything. Though it seems my return only pushed her further into a fantasy land... She believes anything can happen if you wish for it strong enough... I'm not sure if this is a good or bad concept... I've been making note that anything is possible, if you work hard enough for it... but I don't know what's sinking in and what isn't.
Ontop of that, she seems to think that the man who... er... kissed her that night is some sort of prince! Its the most ridiculous little crush and... augh... of all the people...
Well. Aside from that. She's excelling in her studies, though still no show of speaking... she speaks when she needs to, so I know she can, simply prefers not to... I suppose that will never change.
-Alan
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Posted: Sun Jun 07, 2009 6:22 pm
Daddy's back!
Said I needed to write... I don't know what to write though... Um... I know! I'll write a story!
This is my story!
Once upon a time, there was a biiiig castle. There was a princess, and a king-- but no queen! Though the king really really really wanted a queen! Anyways, the princess was at a ball one night. It was late, and dark, and the princess went to the throne room to get her crown. When she got there, she met a prince! And his ugly bodyguard was with him... because every royalty has a body guard! The prince gave the princess a kiss! Because thats what princes do... But the bodyguard was bad, and wound up attacking the king! The prince left with his bodyguard, and probably gave him a scolding or a spanking for being so bad! He would return one day though, and they would live happily ever after!
The End!
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Posted: Thu Jul 02, 2009 3:43 am
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