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 Posted: Tue Sep 05, 2006 10:22 am
Journal Entry - Aug29/2006 - 10:27 AM 
[REQ] Dragon Visit
My dragon..! I finally goto see it a few days ago and it was awsome!! Ma fixed my spelling too for dragon.. now i know how to spell it!!!! I SAW NARA!!!!
my egg is cooooooooooool.... its white and pretty and they said theyave to keep it VERY VERY COLD overwise it wont grow.... i wanted a white dragon!! liang's magik came true then.. I held my egg for a while befor we went to see nara's... his is blue.. and you have to keep it hot for half day and then cold for another half day!! his is so cool, and pretty too...
but I still like mine the best!!!!
ma said I could go again later... but I have to do my chores.. bleh..
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Posted: Tue Sep 05, 2006 10:35 am
Journal Entry - Sept05/2006 - 11:28AM What a hectic last 2 weeks.. I got caught up in life, and Roule's been lazing around as well. I'm starting a new stage of education now, and I've been running around.. trying to get stuff done.. Sending Roule to D-Corp, dragon visits. You know, all that.
Roule's been updating the journal by himself now, which is good for me, since I keep forgetting to nag him. I need a vacation, I think. We had a short weekned-ish one for my birthday, which was very nice. I got the oppurtunity to shop for a bit.
Also, Roule needs to get his shots done! What kind of shots does he need? I had better send a letter to D-corp for that. He also needs a lesson too.. I'm not really sure if he's got more on his plate or me. Haha!
The weasel's been getting into .. well.. fashion lately. Not obsessive or anything, but he likes it quite a bit. Fur, especially, and I'm slightly worried over that. Roulette is partially a mammal, and though I only permit him to wear faux, it's still concerning that he likes it that much. Though, on a brighter note, he seems to spell and talk better than he used to. All parts of growing up, I guess?
Oops, gotta go take a shower now. I'll try to keep this updated. Ja!
signing out 050706 nev06' ♥
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Posted: Sun Sep 17, 2006 12:43 pm
Journal Entry - Sept17/2006 - 2:39PM Teaching a kid is hard work, ahh. Daily lessons of grammar and spelling for my little weasel, and I hope it comes to show. He learns it grudgingly, 'cause he seems to know he needs it, but dislikes doing it because it's slow.. and rather boring work.
School doesn't really seem like too much of a problem right now. Though, he never has friends over, nor does he go anywhere after school. Should I be worried? The guys at D-corp said he's okay, and Roule's fine for his age. I just don't want him to be anti-social or anything, that'll only spell trouble for me. I've only managed to drag him to places, he's never willingly wanted to go on trips to places, unless he -had- to.
At least he seems a bit friendlier now? I'm not really sure, but he doesn't seem to frown as much. Of course, Roulette doesn't smile anymore than he used to, but he just walks around with a kind of deadpan look. I'm not sure which is worse -- one of complete boredom or a grimace. His attitude's like any child at his age (hopefully) so I'm not really sure why the kid is so sulky sometimes.. And he has a huge thing for candy, which I learned.
Roule also enjoys shopping more than the last time I posted. Like, way more. It's the only thing he really wants to get out and do anyways. Clothes entertain him for some reason, and I'm glad for the moment, his clothes don't cost as much as they will when he grows up... if he still entertains the notion of shopping 24/7 when he's a teen. I know that by experience. Roule refuses to touch any my clothes, saying they're all old or dirty or something. In fact, he bought a whole new set of clothes that look identical to my earlier teen clothes and called my set old! Like, honestly. The kidling seems to have learnt the word 'vintage' and keeps repeating it... I said it meant old + rare, now he calls *me* vintage.
It's hard keeping up with him.. I hope he doesn't mature too quickly, otherwise I'll be in trouble.
signing out, 170806 nev06' ♥
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Posted: Wed Sep 20, 2006 5:55 pm
"Come-- on!" Roared a voice throughout the apartment, as a short woman stepped out of the living room, dragging a screaming, crying, livid 7 year old child.
"Roule!" snapped Nev impatiently, staring down at the pile of blonde hair and fur that was crumpled by her feet. "You're going! It's final!"
"Noooooooooooooo--" wailed the pale child, throat sore from screaming and clothes wet from tears. He glared at his mother, sniffling. "I don't want to go!! DON'T WANT TO!!"
The girl hissed, dragging her foot out and slinging him into her arms. Oof, she groaned, forgetting how heavy he was. He clung onto the shirt posessively, shuddering for a few seconds.
"Roule it's okay, it won't hurt. Your hair's waaay too long now.. it's almost at your legs and sometimes you trip because of it.. It's not good." Nev whispered soothingly, rubbing the small weasel's back, attempting to get him to calm down. They had been at it since this morning, Roule immediately refusing to go the the hairdresser's. The 3 foot boy seemingly adored his hair and wouldn't let anyone cut it, despite the fact because of his weasel genes, and it was approaching winter, hair was growing a bit more rapidly, (mainly his head hair) and it was towards his thighs now. The weasel had even tripped once on it and ended up having to bandage up his elbow and arm. The 18-year old girl had decided then to cut his hair, or at least bring him to a hairdresser's to have it done nicely.
The weasel sniffed, and dropped down briskly, wiping off dust from his white shirt. "Fine." The boy said brusquely, pointing his nose in the air and opening the door, and walked down the hallway towards the elevator. Nev cocked a brow but thought nothing of it and got her purse and shut the door behind her.
As soon as they reached floor 1, Nev ushered them from the apartment complex into the parking lot, arriving in the dark lot across from the apartment. Finding her car through the swirve-database, Nev backed up, directed the weasel into the backseat, doing up his seatbelt and drove off before Roule changed his mind. He had alot of mood swings these days, and it might be just a few minutes before the boy started to whine and shriek again. She looked back from the wheel for a few seconds, chuckling as Roule read a book silently at the back. He was pouting considerably, but it was an improvement on the yelling a few minutes ago. They left books in the car, just because, and Roule had picked up on Nev's ability to read things in motion -- no matter how supposedly bad it was for your eyes. Hitting the gas, they sped off past the main road.
10 Minutes later, they arrived before Per Irradiarsi, a well-known hair boutique that Nev frequented. Finding a parking meter and setting it for two hours, her and Roule got out of the car, and went through the thickly tinted double doors. The pale boy stuck close to his mom, never have being here and rather intimidated by such a bright building, jumped a bit as Nev nudged him inside.
Leather chairs and mirrors lined the walls with the sound of chatter and blowdryers and various other white sounds in the background as they entered. The black-haired woman went immediately to the front counter, the dark wood reflecting the weasel's face as Roule stared stoicly.
The girl smiled and tapped Roule to stay beside her, "Don't stray, kay?" Nev advised, bringing them up to the immaculate counter.
Exchanging a few brief discussions of appointments and such, a brown-haired woman with thick red highlights came from a following chair and smiled at the black-haired girl before asking a few questions about Roule, pointing every so often. The weasel looked slightly dismayed and confused, the woman was no doubt scary, and she kept smiling and pointing at him, and she was just a bit tall, though it may have been just the adjustment issues of Nev's height with the woman's. He didn't like her face very much. Her nose was far too long and her eyes too large.
The lady smiled down at him before steering him into a chair. Squeaking, Roule had no time to settle into the seat before the chair was swivelled around violently, jerking the boy's head. His sight was met by a thin, wiry looking man with the strangest twisting hairstyle the weasel had ever seen. The man or thing had almost every colour in his hairstyle, or so it seemed. Purple and red and brown and yellow apparently, all intertwined in what looked like a hippie's nest.
He was dressed in fluorescent colours, with skin-tight rings on every finger on each hand.
Blinking stupidly, Roulette looked up, only to be met with two pairs of scissors and 3 combs. The weasel yelped as the man smiled, a gold tooth winking at him, and introduced himself as 'Il Dio'.
Back in the waiting room, Nev skimmed through a few magazines, looking at the clock haphhazardly, checking the time every-so-often. She tapped the floor softly, getting a few dirty looks from several posh woman nearby, with large silver tanks above their heads. The girl only gave a slight smirk before pulling a slim iPod Nano from her bag, and slipping them on, searching it for a few songs she enjoyed. The asian girl pondered whether she should ask the front-desk woman how long it would take for Roule.. but figured it wouldn't take more than 2 hours. Her parking meter was safe.
Roule had been pretty silent up to the point where Raphael (the barber's real name apparently) placed a large silver THING over his head. The wiry man had stated with a thick italian accent (that Roule really couldn't tell was fake or not) that it was a dryer. They had cut his hair to shoulder length, with plenty of instruction and boundaries from the weasel, and it was short enough to please Ma now. No doubt it would grow a lot more now, but for now, it would get his naggy mother to stay quiet for a bit. The whole barber experience had been kind of weird, not so traumatic as Roule had initially predicted. The oil bit was kinda creepy, when Raphael had dipped the boy's head back into some hot oil of some sort and Roule almost completely freaked out. After some serious calming, the weasel still disliked the feel of oil on his scalp. It burnt and despite the fact it was supposedly 'good for your hair', it hadn't been an enjoyable experience.
After almost an hour and a half, predicted the boy, as he couldn't turn around to look at the clock, he should be done soon. The barber had told him that much and had raced off to some other client as the silver thing above him reverberated with rumbling sound. Dryer.. geez, it scared the crap out of him. He glanced at some of the magazines on the chair beside him, and pondering on it for a few seconds, picked up one and started to read.
Nev looked up the time on her Nano. "11:28AM" It read, and she flustered quite a bit. Less than half an hour till that meter goes sour. Bahhh. She returned to the magazine she had been reading. Rather insightful really, being a motherhood magazine. It hadn't really caught her interest, but "Oh Baby!" had some useful tips on how to handle children through tantrums and the such. Good tips, though Nev as she flipped through the pages, attempting to find the "Frequently-Asked-Questions" pages that had been displayed in the index.
The thing was removed! Hooray, at least for Roule. The creepy italian guy had taken it off after another 15 minutes, saying he was finished. The hair style didn't look all that bad, considering his hair was only a bit more layered than before and was plenty more shiny. He could live with it. Groaning as he got off the chair, his body had adjusted to it too much, Roule stretched a bit before getting re-entering the waiting area, scanning the area for his mother. Where was she? Geez.... Inspecting the area roughly, a shape approached behind him...
"Yo." Greeted a low voice. Roule spun around, surprised and completely caught off guard. Dude, this was not his mom!
"Hmm.." Replied Zen, smirking a bit, the olive-haired businessman raising his brows at Roule's apparent surprise. "What, surprised to see me?"
The man's tone was cool and clipped, a devoid of emotion, while his face was amused and relaxed. Such conflicting masks.
Tsui was not a person Roule particularly wanted to see at the moment. Glaring, the boy spat, "What are YOU doing here?"
Casting an amused look back, Zen replied simply, "To get my hair done. What else? I unforunately, don't have enough time to stalk brats like you."
He tapped the counter and waited briefly for someone to welcome him in.
Roule muttered, "But you seemingly have all the time in the world to stalk other brats..."
The same red-haired woman came out, her demeanour completely changed. She smiled sweetly, batting her eyelashes at the businessman before taking out the small leather-bound book and running her finger down the pages, large hazel eyes checking the list. She stopped, and chewed her lip, flushing as she attempted to look as apologetic as possible.
Roule sneered, 'He obviously didn't get a reservation like Ma did.
"I am very sorry Mr. Tsui but Domencia isn't quite ready to take you yet. Would you please give her roughly 5 more minutes to finish up with her current client?"
Zen gave a small sigh, red eyes hard and nodded, waving the woman away. She grimaced and rushed into the transparent double doors to the hallway beyond, possibly calling on this 'Domencia'.
The suited man pondered for a few seconds before strolling to the waiting area behind the weasel and sat down, about to pick up a magazine. Nev glanced sideways, grinning. "Ahhhhh, didn't know you were coming today, Zenny."
The green-haired man grunted, muttering an inaudible "And I didn't know you were bringing the mammal."
Nev frowned, setting her magazine down.
"Geez, you knew the appointment was for him anyways."
Roule, spotting his Ma at last, ran over to her, attempting to ignore the existance of Zenquinn sitting next to her.
"Maaa, can we go home now?" He asked, the whine setting in his voice. He didn't really want to stay here afterall, since the scary green-haired freak had arrived. They didn't really get along with each other afterall, despite the fact Nev insisted they were 'family'.
Nev looked up and looked the boy over, nodding in approval. "They did a nice job. You don't have all the split ends and frizzyness you did before. Irradiarsi's a good place."
Zen raised a brow, tempted to cough. "Hmmmm..." He uttered, pretending to be interested in the magazine. Oh waiiit, who got you that appointment? Who? Oh wait, that would be me. Right.
The black-haired girl grinned and nudged Zen slightly, with a small 'thanks' and took Roule's hand. "You wanted to leave?"
The weasel nodded, attempting to make sure that greeney combusted under his leer. Nev scowled and ushered the boy through the doors, waving a small goodbye to the waiting businessman.
As soon as both her and Roulette had gotten into the car, the girl let out a large sigh. 'Geez.. the tension.' Nev thought, inserting the key into the ignition. The engine thrummed into life, and with that, Nev adjusted the front mirror, checking what Roule was doing. Checking his hair in the same mirror, apparently. He pouted at her and she smiled, looking forward at the road. Stepping on the gas and pulling out of brake mode, they sped home.
Wow.. that was long. >_> IN THE END; Roule got a haircut. :'D
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Posted: Wed Oct 18, 2006 9:26 am
Journal Entry - October17/2006 - 8:23PM Oh. kay.
NEVER GO SHOPPING WITH THIS KID.
I swear, if I ever do, I'll be broke within 3 minutes of him TRYING ON STUFF.
I think he's going to be some sort of weird diva thing when he grows up. He has more clothes than he could fit in his wardrobe so I now I need to buy him another dresser in his already cluttered room.
ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh
I don't know what I'm going to do about Roule. His spending habits are so scary and he spends like he or I have that sort of money! And we honestly don't. We went to Eau Claire mall because Roule said he needed winter clothing.. Which is weird, since 70% of his closet is jackets and sweaters and scarves and fur-lined things. Anyways, I gave in anyways, 'cause he needs a nice thick jacket for our wonderful cold winters around D-corp.
We spent over 200k.
TWO-HUNDRED THOUSAND!!!!!!!!!!!!!
And the only thing I managed to buy for myself was a nice jacket. He bought 3 pairs of pants, 2 pairs of boots, one with fur, one without, 4 sweaters, one fur vest and 2 jackets. I swear, I have no clue how he is able to spend so much. I think my bank is going to go crazy after this.
I don't know if I can keep up with his spending... We're not rich or anything, and I still have to pay rent. Wahhhh
signing out, 171006 nev06' ...♥
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Posted: Fri Oct 27, 2006 10:21 am
Journal Entry - Oct27/2006 - 1:12 PM 
Ma's grounded me.
Well, no, not really.
She took away my allowance and any savings I had and put it away. No clue why though, she said I should 'stop spending money for a while.'
'Tch.
I donno, kind of semi-mad and brooding at the moment. She shouldn't stop me from spending my own money! Honestly.
And she said I shouldn't take trips to the mall anymore. Something about rent or something, and then she kind of blabbered on about something or other that I'm not too interested in. Mmmmmmmn...
I got my hair cut a few weeks ago, and even I have to admit it looks nice. Though, it gets really hot sometimes and I can't tie my hair up anymore, and it just tickles my neck and it irritates me sometimes. Blaah, who asked for such a prudy Ma anyways. Ohwellz.
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Posted: Tue Nov 21, 2006 1:59 pm
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Posted: Fri Nov 24, 2006 10:49 am
Journal Entry - Nov24/2006 - 11:46 AM
Huh, Ma wants me to write in here again. Nonono.
well, kay, whatevur.
I'm kinda bored at home. Like life is kinda mundane. Y'know, I go to school, come back, do homework, watch TV, eat dinner, more TV, computer.. etc.
With occasional days of shopping. But Ma says we're not gonna go shopping until she can pay the rent, which.. I have no clue is when? UM? Shopping is the only fun thing in my life and she wants to take it away. mang. I'm bored and waiitng and I have no clue when my dragon comes and it's all so blannnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnddddddd.........
I should spice things up a bit ♥!
Like get her a boyfriend.
Or get me a boyfriend. Psh, whose heard of a 8year old dating? Whutevurrr.
..meh.
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Posted: Sun Dec 10, 2006 1:30 pm
Journal Entry - Dec10/2006 - 2:29 PM
CHRISTMAS!
mangz, I'm starting to think christmas is ma favourite season of all. Gifts and presents and what else? MOAR CLOTHES. S'right.
Hahahahah, ma has no excuse.
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Posted: Fri Dec 22, 2006 9:55 pm
"Mia Vita!!" Exclaimed Nev, as a pale boy pulled out of her hands into a large outlet. He buried himself into a nearby rack of clothes, funneling through the pile quickly. He picked a few pieces, looking over the material.
Nev rolled her eyes, following the boy into the store, 'Abercrombie & Fitch'.. Man, this weasel certainly did like shopping.
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Posted: Sun Dec 24, 2006 2:31 pm
Journal Entry - Dec22/2006 - 8:54PM [REQ] Roulette's Skill - Agility
So urzzzzz.. I finished my class wit Mr. Solon (ma told me afterwards).. he's got crazy haiiirr.. I can't say he has the best fashionz though but whateverz... Anyways we had to do bungee cord stuff.. it was kinda confusing~ So weird. I had to get five shiny circles and I got a super pretty jewel in return.. I put it in my jewelry case~! ♥
I'm proud of mahself~ Wahaha..
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Posted: Sun Dec 24, 2006 2:34 pm
Journal Entry - Dec24/2006 - 2:25 PM [REQ] Roulette's Shots
Needles aren't that scary. Well, they look really scaryz but it's not that bad.. The lady (miss crossette?) was kinda weird, but not in a bad way.. She's got nice hair, even if it is a bob. Wahaha.. Hopefully she'll never read this.
Anyways I got this ugly blue bandaid on my arm.. BLUE? I hate blue~ Brown or yellow, or at least purple. Gaaksd.. I cant show anyone my arm now 'cause it clashes with everything else I'm wearing.. wahh.. I like this outfit too.
It's a great christmas present.. having needles stuck in your skin. Hehe.
Butmang.. the lollipop she gave me does taste good~
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Posted: Wed Dec 27, 2006 8:34 pm
Thankyou for all your hard work with us here at D-corp. Your child's dragon egg is near hatching, and we'd like to have you file another report on the progress of your child.
Enclosed is a sheet for them to fill out, you may help them. Also please include any and all changes in your child. Even the smallest detail may become of importance later on.
Sincerely
D-corp
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Posted: Thu Dec 28, 2006 9:27 am
Taking the note out of her mailbox, Nev gave a surprised look at the small piece of paper. Huh, so his dragon's finally coming, hey?
"ROULE!" She yelled as she got back inside the apartment. There was a bit of shuffling upstairs and a pale, pink-eared boy stumbled down the stairs, glaring at the woman.
"What?!" He retorted, hair in a mess. He was getting ready! Ma knew that! She never yelled for him till after 9:30.. geez. Roulette analyzed her, spotting the piece of paper in her hand.
"Whutzthat." he deadpanned, not really wanting to get closer to his mother. For all he knew, it could be some weird invitation to go to some weird place. Blah.
The girl grinned, and waved it around. "Your dragon form. Why?"
The weasel's eyes grew large as saucepans, scrambling for the mess of clothes in his arms and running towards the black-haired woman. Upon reaching her, Nev raised the piece of paper high above the weasel's head. He jumped, but quickly realized there was no way he could get it.
Pouting, Roule sat on the floor, eyes glaring with malice at the woman. Nev's grin grew larger, but she dipped to the floor, handing the weasel the card.
He snatched it out of her hand and ran upstairs. She sighed and muttered, "I was supposed to help you with that."
Roule reappeared a few seconds later with an assortment of coloured gel pens, but only picking one colour, brown. Nev cocked a brow as he lay on the floor, penning in the answers.
"Ma, what kinda weasel am I?" He asked, mood clearly brightened.
"Oh," the girl pondered, remembering the sheet of DNA info she had gotten when Roule was given to her. "Least weasel, I remember."
"Leest?" He asked, pondering on how to spell it. Oh well, spell it how it sounds. L-E-E-S-T.
"No, l-e-A-s-t, mia vita." She said softly, pointing to the extra E. He frowned, crossing the entire word out and putting the correct spelling. Now the card was messy. But he couldn't get a new one.. augh.
Answering in the other questions wasn't that hard, especially since most of them had "white" in them.. The quiz was rather simple.
Roulette scowled, looking at the card. "It asks me what colour my dragon is like 4 times, and I just write white. Geez, I think that they think that I'm stupid."
Nev shook her head and took the paper promptly. "No mia vita, not everyone has a white dragon so it's not as obvious." She looked it over, and went to the kitchen counter, pulled out a blue pen and scratched in 'agility' over what he could do. It was a better word to write that "move fast" as Roule did.
The pale child looked at her but said nothing, knowing she wouldn't change anything on the sheet too much anyways.
The mother scrounged for her purse, and put it in her scheduler, to make sure she could hand it in, or Roule hand it in when they went to D-corp that following day.
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