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 Posted: Sun Feb 25, 2007 6:31 pm
..::2.25.07::..
Journal--
Mother said to write, so I write. Am write. Ing. Am writing. Am writing. Learning about words. That's why Mother said to write. To learn. Learning is important. Learning helps. If I learn enough, I can do anything. Any thing can be mine. Anything. Any thing. I want every thing. Everything. Is everything anything? It is some thing. Or all things. Allthings. No, that's not right. But everything is something is anything is allthings? No. All things. Why not allthings? I don't know. I'll ask Mother.
She isn't really my mother. But she is Mother. Mother has a name. Names mean something. Mother is her name. It means someone who cares. Someone who takes care of me. Mother means that she's caring. She has cared. Always cared about me. Will care about me. No matter what.
There's something... weird about that. It doesn't make sense. I could do anything and she would still care. She would still want to help me because she cares. She loves me.
Love doesn't make sense. Mother loves me without knowing what I might think. What I might do. It doesn't make sense.
Altessa is interesting. I want to meet her again, talk to her. Find out more about her. She's interesting. She means something as well. Name... I don't know what name to give her that means more than who she already is or what she can do. I don't know. Altessa. Friend? Maybe. I don't know. And she knows Dusa. Medusa. Sisters. Stranger still. I don't know yet.
I'll find out later...
~Jett
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Posted: Wed Apr 25, 2007 6:18 pm
Staring at the tiny creature, Imelda considered it. What was it? Buzzing about like some strange little thing which made lots of noise and couldn't stay still, whirring as it flew about her head. "A'ssandwo," she pouted slightly at it, having named her gift already. "No faiy, fwyin. Immy cann' fwy."
"That's because Immy isn't a dragonfly, dear," Raven remarked absently as she glanced at her little girl crawling about after her new companion. Pet. Whatever. "Immy's a little girl, and little girls have trouble flying, unless they were born with wings." Strange how easily that addendum came. "And you weren't, sweetheart."
Not quite understanding why he was at his mother's lab, helping keep watch over his little sister while his mother pretended to be doing research, Jett sighed and considered Imelda. "No one at our home can fly." Well, one day Eleanor might be able to, but not now. Not yet.
Imelda stared at her spider-brother in abject 'like that matters'. Things like that weren't Imelda's concern! Immy did what she did because she did them, not because other people did them. "Jech being whee-ad," she accused, pouting slightly as she motioned for Alessandro to fly closer. The little dragonfly did, bringing a smile to Imelda's plump cheeks. "Yay!" she grinned, gently running a delicate finger over the creature's head, feeling the soft little feelers.
"So you say," Jett shrugged, leaning against the back of the couch, relaxing slightly. Mindful of the fact that he was supposed to be playing with his little sister and not just let her wander about with her new pet, Jett sighed again and stood to go over to Imelda. "Here," he started to weave a web for her to play with, showing her the stickiness of the strands.
This was why she had such a cool brother! Giggling, Imelda took the web from her brother, showing it to Alessandro, giving Jett such a sweet smile as to draw a responsive smile from the usually stoic spider, unknowingly calling upon some of her talents she'd been practicing to get her way. "A'ssandwo, wookie!" she showed it to him, watching, dumbfounded as the little creature got caught inside the web. "Wha' happen?!" she stared as Alessandro struggled.
...actually, Jett hadn't seen this happen before. He found himself as clueless as the little girl, which threw him off. He wasn't used to new things happening with his web, his pieces which he already knew. "...Mother...?" he turned towards the desk.
...ooooh dear. Perhaps it hadn't been such a good idea to bring her spider child when Imelda had just gotten a little bug friend to play with. "Ah--" Raven rose to deal with the problem, bending down to look at poor, struggling Alessandro. "Imelda, Jett, Alessandro's going to have a hard time playing games like this-- the same way your web sticks to other things, Jett, it's sticking to Alessandro. That's really not a good thing," she mused as she tried to free the creature without squishing it.
He hadn't meant to cause a problem. Actually, he'd just been trying to entertain his sister, and apparently he'd gone about it in the wrong way. It figured. He wasn't good at dealing with people, especially his sisters. His brothers, well they all got along in some ways, since they mostly ignored each other, but most of the girls needed attention, and Jett didn't know how to deal with that. Why couldn't girls be like Altessa and interesting like that? It wasn't... it didn't make sense.
Her new friend was in trouble because of her brother. That wasn't good. That wasn't nice. Imelda understood on some level that her brother hadn't meant to do anything bad-- since Jett was the only one of the boys who really paid any attention to her. But at the same time, Alessandro was upset now! That wasn't good! Imelda didn't know what to do, her emotions swinging between two extremes of anger at Jett and confusion at what was happening.
Finally managing to free the tiny creature, Raven gave her kids a wane smile. "There you go. Now play nice, children," she offered Alessandro back to them. "Less webs, I think. Maybe you can show Jett your player, Immy?" she suggested before turning back to her work.
Enough for one day...
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Posted: Tue May 08, 2007 2:12 pm
Tracing the letters on the paper, Imelda glared at them. She now had ten pretty squiggly things, each one representing a sound. They made for a good distraction against the annoying cousin who was deliberately annoying her by being there trying to take the attention by being around her most important brother. A, E, I, O, U. Ka, Ke, Ki, Ko, Ku. Ten.
"Immy, I thought you came over here to play," Jerusha sighed softly, placing a webbed hand on her cousin's arm, "not to try to ignore Cece." Not that the angel had really expected anything else, but... really. You'd think that at least once they'd be able to get along for a little while, right?
"I'm studying," Imelda replied, her voice sharper than she'd intended it to be. She wasn't frustrated with J, but with the other one, but J was interrupting and trying to make this not about what it was about.
"Immy dun' like me an' dun' like Jett talkin' tu me," Cece grinned, leaning against the black widow boy. She liked taking the attention away from her cousin because it meant that attention fell onto her, and that was important.
"He's not talking to you!" Imelda snapped, glancing over at Jett to confirm that her best-friend-brother wasn't talking to her arch nemesis.
Weaving his web, Jett glanced up at the commotion between the girls. He'd only come to Aunt Arch's house because Mother thought it would keep the tension down between the constantly arguing cousins, but apparently it wasn't working. Unless... he was supposed to be doing something to stop it? How could he? He didn't understand it. People acted in ways he didn't get all the time, especially his passionate sister and cousin.
"He not talkin' tu you," Cece pointed out. "He spendin' moa tyme wit me~"
"Jett!" Imelda protested, turning away from her studies to pout at her brother, hopefully convincingly. She needed his reassurance. She needed to make sure he was still on her side like he'd always been.
Closing his eyes for a moment, Jett took a long breath. "I'm not talking to either of you," the spider boy finally decided. After all, he had to say something with them. "I'm just sitting here until Mother and Arch are finished talking with the strangers."
Jerusha grimaced. Of all the people in the world, it had to be Jett, didn't it? He would never be able to handle all the problems that these two created, but somehow, for some reason, Imelda had come to care about him more than others. Of course the girl would choose the easiest person for her to manipulate.
Before the kids could come to another disagreement, Arch and Raven appeared out of the room with the two strangers. Raven took one look at the children and excused herself, moving to consider all of them before smiling ruefully. "Well, I hope you all behaved yourselves," she laughed softly, knowing all too well from the faces of each child that they'd been arguing again. This was the general state of being for her kids, wasn't it? This arguing that meant they understood each other at least...
"Time to go, Jett, Immy."
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Posted: Mon May 21, 2007 4:51 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: Tue May 22, 2007 1:46 pm
 Jett's taken to tying his hair up to keep it out of his face, but with such long hair, we've been having to tie it in a high ponytail. He wears mostly dark colors fringed with silver web-like patterns. He wears long, tight black jeans, and a mostly sleeveless shirt. He wears fishnet arm warmers. He spends most of his time reading.
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Posted: Tue May 20, 2008 4:17 pm
.:5.20.08:
Journal--
Mother said I should write more. About stuff. Things. Happened things. Happening things. Ing. Ings. Things. Mother said. Said Mother. Not mother. Mother.
Immy and Cece went away. A way. Away. Away from home. Had to. Mother said. Said Mother. Eri was sad, but she said nothing. No thing. Mother didn't say any thing. Anything. Things again. A gain. A loss.
Mother says she'll give me some thing. Something. She did not say what. What is it she bought me? She did not say. Would not say. I do not know. I will know.
Tomorrow she said she'll give it to me. Me, I will have it.
But Mother said to write first. So I write.
--Jett
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Posted: Wed May 21, 2008 11:07 pm
Raven clutched the pendent to her tightly, feeling the red point dig into her palm. She wished it would pierce, she could see blood pooling from the pale moon of her flesh, watch it well up and disappear. She kept failing. She would fail again. She'd failed so many times in the past.
"Don't leave me," she whispered to the crystal, feeling it warm in her hand, comforting. "I can't be alone again."
But she was alone, wasn't she? Winter wanted no one, so she didn't count. Arch had Jerusha and Eri-- strange that the flighty sister was so much better cut out for this than the supposedly motherly one. How was it fair?
"I'm sorry," she murmured softly, feeling the weight of the pendant in her palm. "I'm sorry, I'm sorry. Whatever happened before, whatever's happening now, I want you to remember that I care about you. I want this, whatever you're going to bring to my life. I promise I'll try harder this time. I'll try--"
"Mother?" Jett asked quietly, stepping into the room. His mother had been emotional, strangely so for the past few days, ever since they'd dropped in to see Aunt Arch and the cousins. He didn't like it, the way she wouldn't look at him, the way she seemed to be hiding from everyone.
"Jett!" Raven started, turning towards the door. "I didn't-- I thought you were asleep," she explained lamely. She should've been aware-- it was things like this that made her unfit to be a mother, she supposed. Raven knew she wasn't the sort of person to pay attention to the details though. That was her fault.
"I was," Jett answered easily, one hand sneaking out to tangle with Raven's free one. "I woke up." It was simple-- he had been sleeping, now he wasn't. He'd wanted his Mother to talk to, and so he'd found her.
"I see," Raven nodded slowly, squeezing Jett's hand as she fingered the pendant in the other. "What's wrong, sweetheart?" she asked, studying his face slowly for a hint, a clue that would give her insight into her complex little boy.
"I want to go see my dragon," he answered, moving to sit next to her on the bed. "Can we go?"
"Not tonight, love," Raven shook her head gently, giving him a kiss on the top of his head. "We can go another day if you want, but not tonight-- it's already so late. You should be sleeping still."
"I had a dream about my dragon. It was hatching," Jett explained after a moment. "I wanted to see it happen."
"We'll go look tomorrow maybe, darling. I'm sure they'll let us know when your dragon hatches."
Jett nodded reluctantly, "All right, Mother. I'll go to bed again then." He wasn't pleased, but he'd listen. Mother knew best, after all. Tomorrow would be soon enough, he supposed.
Nodding, Raven led her little spider back to his room, tucking him into bed with a kiss. "Rest, Jett. Tomorrow we'll go see your dragon, and we'll make sure everything's all right," she promised. "Tomorrow."
Perhaps she wasn't so alone after all, she decided, glancing from the pendant to her little boy before fastening the red strap around her neck again and heading back to her room. Perhaps she wasn't alone indeed.
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Posted: Mon Aug 04, 2008 9:14 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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