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 Posted: Tue Oct 24, 2006 1:28 pm
Dear Journal,
I don't know what I'm going to do. My friends are leaving! The Arrikanez are going away! They had to leave because their land was contaminated, but I'm going to miss having them around Karai. Oh yeah! I'm working there now, as something of an... impromptu lab assistant. A gofer, if you will. I get things that the doctors need, and in turn they teach me what things are and what things do. I even started on a diet plan to try and build up some more Mass.
DaddyC gave me a checkup a few days ago, and came down with a few 'Bottom Lines".
I'm underweight by 15 pounds - Need to eat more.
I need to start doing some excercises to strengthen my heart.
I need to start taking a mutli-vitamin.
I need to get out more.
I think that last one might have been a joke, but regardless, I'm going to ask someone out later - if I can. I someone will take me. *Sigh* I need to get out more - I agree with my dad on that one...
- Aeka
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Dear Journal,
Something occurs to me as I write in the journal today. I have SO long to go. I mean, Medeine and all the rest of my friends have grown and left me. I'm just wondering if maybe.... maybe someday I might catch up to them. I have a lot to learn - a long way to go, as I said - but I'm starting to get there. I'm moving out on my own for a bit at least. Going to try and find someone who will put up with me. I've been trying to push MYSELF into a relationship... and that.... THAT I'm not ready for yet. Even though I think a lot of people are cute, that's really no excuse at all to be chasing after them to soothe my loneliness, now that I realize that for what it is. I just wish I wasn't so... well... Alone! Granted, I have DaddyC and DaddyJ - but they aren't enough somehow. They're always busy and... I know it's selfish... but..... *Sigh*....- Aeka
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Posted: Sat Jan 27, 2007 8:52 am
~ In Flames ~ It had been almost three weeks since Aekepi's guardians had left on some sort of trip, and they hadn't told him about it until the last minute. He hadn't heard from them in a little over two weeks. He was starting to get worried.
The 'yote boy had been ditching the Juridian schooling his parents had been pushing on him, for favor of more practical pursuits - such as learning to swim, and reading up on herb lore from one of Caine's books. But something just felt 'wrong' - something that he couldn't place. But he knew better than not to listen to his instincts.
He was out of the house that morning, gathering berries and herbs to try and few household remedies which he found in Caine's book. When he arrived back home that evening, the house was aflame. The red-orange glow, and tongues of searing heat, blazed on as Aeka watched, horrified. All of his things! Not only that, all of his journals, all of his sketches - his memories. Up in the blaze to mingle with the rest of the smoke. He didn't have time to mourn this loss for long. He heard a rustling, a shuffling nearby. He went stock-still, and stared at the bushes that he thought were the most likely culprit. Nothing moved, or betrayed itself. But the ache of his rapidly pounding heart prompted him to action. He turned, and RAN, as fast as his legs would carry him. His one good journal, and the first-aid book were all he carried in his bookbag. A snack had been shoved in there too, an apple and some cheese slices. Added to one extra change of clothes (he'd been planning on going swimming), and his writing implements, he had nothing but that in the world anymore. He was flying through the city. He could SENSE something on his heels, something evil, something that wanted his life. The few times he had looked behind him, there was nothing there, so he just ran now, head down, but alert for any hiding spots. He found one.
Ducking quickly into an alley, he heaved himself into an empty dumpster that hadn't been used for years. Spitting cobweb, he started to clear out the place by setting fires to the webs with his tail. By that light, he pulled out his pen, and a ripped a piece of paper from his scrapbook, starting to write to the first person that came to his mind. He then folded an envelope, and sealed the letter inside, marking it URGENT. Once he was done, he peeked out of the dumpster, and looked for a place to mail it. Nature had other ideas.
A breeze ripped the letter from his hand, and it floated off on the back of the whistling wind. His only hope. He ducked back into the dumpster, and curled close around himself. It was cold. He could hear THINGS out there, shuffling about. Cats, dogs, mice... bugs. And something bigger. Something near human-sized. It thumped and tapped everything in the alley. It was hard enough to stay still and not bolt. Aeka almost didn't breathe. When the presence finally left, he let himself uncurl only marginally. Sobbing did absolutely nothing for his situation, but Aeka could no longer take it. He might be truly alone in this world, now - His fathers might very well have been killed by that... thing. His house was gone, and his last hope had gone fluttering off with the breeze.
What he had written in that letter was a plea for help. If he stayed in the city, he KNEW the thing would be after him again. But if he strayed all the way to the woods... there was a slim chance that whatever this was wouldn't find him. How screwed up things had gotten in the space of a night! More tears worked their way down his face, and he curled tighter, the fog of his breath proving just how frigid the weather had chosen to be. He hoped, in some odd way, that Kinnara or Aurora got that letter....
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Posted: Wed Mar 12, 2008 9:41 am
Dear NEW Journal,
I just bought you, so I suppose I should introduce myself. My name is Aekepi, and I am a coyote boy with a flaming tail. Don't ask me why my tail is on fire - not even I know. But yes. I am living alone in one of the apartments I could find on the waterfront of Barton. It's a nice place, but I really would prefer that... well, that my parents hadn't died. I had a house fire a little over a year ago, and they were trapped inside - burned to ashes inside the bedroom, unable to unlock the door, and not able to climb out the window, because there were none in that room. The police identified the bodies shortly after they'd pulled them out of the wreckage of my old home. I had my old diary with me back then, in my backpack... but that's since been put away in the closet. Yes - yes, I miss my dads. Not a day goes by when I don't wish they were here to help me through everything. But I know that they're never coming back, and they'd want me to be strong. So I am. That's why I'm living alone, and not in a group home like some of the other kids on the streets did. I don't have a job, unfortunately. Not a real one. I work for my room and board, doing odd chores around the apartment complex. Stuff that needs doing. But stuff rarely needs doing, so I'm essentially staying here for free. Not that I mind, but I'd like to do something nice for the Landlord, since he's essentially granting me free room and board.
Why can't I get a job? I'm too young. Physically, anyway. Physically, I appear to be thirteen or fourteen. Mature for my age, but still young. They don't hire people around here until they reach fifteen, and that's with adult permission. If I want to get a job on my own, I have to be fully eighteen. I'm beginning to think that I'll never grow up. It's making me wonder... well... what the heck I am. My dads didn't know, and the kids on the street had no clue. What if I'm some sort of immortal monster?
Well... Regardless of that... I guess things are going okay. Kinnara agreed to go out with me - but I have to ask... will he want me, knowing I still look like this? Knowing I'm still, for all physical intents and purposes, a child? I don't know. Nor do I know what became of the others. I've been gone so long trying to deal with grief, finding a home, getting everything set up...
I wonder what everyone else is doing... what THEY'RE going through...
- Aekepi
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