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 Posted: Sat Sep 17, 2005 6:10 am
Angie Kokoro came home! I'm so happy, I missed him lots.. and he brought Sana and Iol, my two favorite troublemakers! Hopefully they'll give the butler a good workout, he looks like he needs it. I still need to explore the house a bit and meet with whoever the heck actually OWNS it, it's so weird living in someone else's house on the invitation of a person who's mysteriously gone missing hahahahahaha .. s**t wasn't cy talking about killing himself last time we met
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Posted: Tue Oct 18, 2005 9:38 am
It was morning.
So Angie sat, huddled up in her sheets, staring at the wall of the room she'd claimed.
.. well.. s**t. Cy was talking about killing himself at the arcade. With string or something. She wished she could say that he wouldn't do that, but it was all just so.. screwed up. I mean, he had just disappeared into thin air or something - Angie would've thought it was a bit like a magic act, but Cy would probably trip in the middle of the secret part of the trick magicians are supposed to do and the audience isn't supposed to see.
Well. STILL. It wasn't fair.
Yawning, she pulled her comforters tighter around herself. She could feel the baby kicking very faintly.
It was kinda dumb how she got pregnant. Why did she even drink the stupid drinks in the first place? Just because it was her queen-of-the-forest day didn't mean she had to drink everything that magically appeared in it.
Why was Cy drinking, anyway?
There were other people there, too, weren't there? Girls, she thought. She couldn't remember much more than that.
Well hell. Did any of the other girls magically and spectactularly get pregnant after that, too? Was that the way it worked? Get-drunk-get-pregnant? Did beer have everything to do with getting pregnant?
Yeah. That'd work for her.
And then there was the matter of actually conveying this to the kid. What was she going to say? "Hey, kiddo, your dad couldn't be here for your school play 'cause he disappeared one day without warning!"
No.
What if the kid started asking questions? It wasn't like she could just blow them off with a very good concience.. She wasn't good at lying, anyway.
It wasn't just that the guy who had knocked her up disappeared, though. Her best friend disappeared. One of the only people who didn't look at her funny when she tried to free the pixies, or find woodchuckers. Who was willing to have a very long conversation on the probability of gnomes living under woodpiles and other such things..
Then Angie realized she was crying.
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Posted: Sat Nov 12, 2005 12:10 pm
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Posted: Sat Nov 12, 2005 12:11 pm
Angie yawned as she came up the steps of HQ, nearly dragging Chyre behind her. Kokoro, who had been the one to demand to come here in the first place, merrily skipped up to the door, kicked it, and then attempted to pull it open. Unfortunately, the Ieldi had not yet mastered the art of using doorknobs, so he was left to banging on the door instead.
"Quit being so impatient, Koko," Angie grumbled, leaning over him to push the door open. "You didn't need to kick the door."
"What if I did?" He argued playfully, wrinkling his nose at her. "Maybe I scared away the door-gnoblins. Or the bedmice."
Angie jumped at the mention of bedmice and clung to her sister. "SO MANY BEDMICE!" She wailed.
Chyre made a face and tried to pull Angie off her. "Get a grip! I told you the bedcat already ate them all!"
Meanwhile Kokoro skipped into HQ, a cheerful grin on his face.
After a few panicked moments, Angie and Chyre shuffled in as well. The former flopped down on a beanbag chair and sighed happily as it tried to suck her in. "What day is it?" She said dreamily.
"Er.. Tuesday, I think."
"Tuesday," Angie repeated, then giggled. "Tuesday's a funny day, isn't it? What time is it?
Grumbling inwardly, Chyre quickly looked up at a clock hanging on the wall. "11:30," she huffed. Then she looked up at the clock again, eyes considerably wider. "..Oh, s**t, Angie! Weren't we supposed to be at the doctor's by now?"
"Oh yeah," Angie said dully. Then, suddenly, she jumped up. "Oh, NO!" She wailed, looking at the clock and then grabbing Chyre's shoulders as if she could fix it. "WE HAVE TO GET THERE OR I'LL GO ASPLODE~"
"FINE," her sister yelled, then looked at Kokoro. "Uh -- we have to go, okay? We're gonna leave you here. Don't worry, Cere should be here soon with Lethe," she rushed, and then rushed out the door with Angie trailing behind her (screaming about bedmice).
Kokoro blinked, but shrugged, diving into the toybox kept for the children. After a moment, he emerged with a coil of rope -- jumping-rope! Satisfied, he grabbed the two ends and begun to experiment with it. Not surprisingly, he was very good at it.
"Bad-jer bad-jer bad-jer bad-jer bad-jer bad-jer mushroom mushroom!" Lethe sang, skipping ahead of her guardian and racing for the door. "Faster faster!" She called out to Cerena; she had already found that she was too small to reach the doorknob, so she twirled beneath it instead.
"Okay, okay, I'm coming!" Cerena grinned, already finding herself thinking nostalgically of this presently very happy young Fa'e, and followed her trail to the Fa'e HQ. Reaching for the door to let themselves both in, she immediately caught sight of Kokoro and stopped to stare entrancedly at his rhythmic jumping.
"Koko!" Lethe greeted cheerfully, before adding: "-nut!" Her first urge was to go and jump on him like people did when they were happy to see another person, but it seemed like that whirly-rope thing might get in the way...
"Is... Is Angie here?" Cerena finally managed to be able to say, looking around but finding nothing of her adopted sister. Oh, well, if Kokoro was here, Angie probably was too... After all, Angie had the better memory -- so she'd remember that she was supposed to be here to babysit Lethe, right? Right? "Okay, Lethe!" She turned towards the small girl and began to rifle through her Cinnamoroll messenger back, pulling out a cell-phone and showing it to her. "I'm going to be at a job interview for a TA position at Gaia University. The number for that is 666-666-6666 (weird number, eh?), and if you need to call me, the cell phone number is 303-376-4200. Otherwise, Angie and Kokoro are here to watch over you, and I will be back in... two to three hours, okay? Got all that?"
"666-666-6666 and 303-376-4200! Back in two to three hours!" Lethe chirped back with surprising skill, before offering her guardian a shy grin. "Have fun!"
"Thanks, I will! You too!" Cerena mirrored her grin and reached forward to ruffle her hair. When Lethe playfully shrieked and pulled away, the brunette turned and waved to Kokoro. "Say 'hi' to Angie for me, okay?" And with that, she turned on her heel and quickly left the building.
"Leetie!" Kokoro cried, and was about to reach out and hug her when he realised that he was trapped. Oh dear. Now he had to make like a magician.
"Hello, crazy lady," he said in the most polite tone he could. "Angie left screaming about bedmice. She'll probably be back in ten or twently minutes or so." He reached up to wave, but ended up tripping over the rope and onto his face. ...well.. that was one way to stop the imprisonment.
"Leetie," he beamed, crawling up onto his elbows. "Been long since I last saw you! What's up? Do you want to play?" He said excitedly, before his stomach grumbled loudly. "Oh, shush," he grimaced, digging in the bag at his side before pulling out a half-eaten candy bar and taking a large bite out of it. "Jump rope ish fun," he mumbled through his full mouth. "Want to play that?"
"Bedmice?" Lethe repeated curiously, and tried to put this mental image together: bed... mice. Bedmice. Beds that were mice...? Beds on mice? Mice that lived in beds? Frowning a bit, she shook her head to clear it of her thoughts and then offered her cousin a smile.
"Too long," She agreed, looking at the limp piece of rope laid across the ground. Jump...rope? Well, that was a little easier, if only because she was fairly certain Kokoro had been doing it a second ago. "'kee." The toddler agreed congenially. "Game rules?"
"First and only rule is," he said to her, "don't trip."
With that word of advice, he handed the jump-rope he was playing with to her and dove into the toy-chest again; after a moment, he reemerged with another coil of jumprope. "Ready?" Koko piped, grinning. "You know how to hold one, right? A hand holding each end of the rope?"
Oh. Well. She hadn't tripped in a long time anyway, not since she'd started the walking thing, so this should be easy. Her only problem now was...
Lethe shifted her weight uneasily and fiddled with the ends of the rope until she thought she was holding it the way Kokoro said to, and then looked for a button somewhere to press to make it do the whirly-thing. "Um..." She began hesitantly, and then: "Now what?"
Kokoro's brain jammed. "Well, um," he stammered, brow furrowing as he tried to explain it. ".. you kinda have to.. flick your wrist.. and make it go around. Like this." He did one hop with the rope, experimentally. "And you have to lift both your feet at the same time," he said, looking grave. "Very important. I made the mistake of not doing that when I first played."
Lethe frowned a little as she watched him, and keeping her wrists close together she tried flicking the rope around her; she only succeeded in whacking herself over the head. Finally she tried to pull her arms apart as far as they could go -- with only a foot of gap between them -- and tried then. She managed to get the loop of rope around herself with some difficulty, jumped, and tried to do it again, but the rope had somehow never managed to pass underneath her feet and so she tripped forward.
"Too hard!" She complained, sulkily making bad faces at the rope.
"Oh.." He said, disappointed. ".. well, you almost had it.."
Then he had an ingenious idea. "Hey, Leetie," he said conspiritorially, "those ribbons are what give you trouble, right? Well -- what if we unwound them, just a bit, enough so that you could use that instead of a jump-rope? I'm sure you'd have better control over it, since they're, like.. tied to your wrists and all," he finished lamely.
Lethe swallowed almost reflexively and paid no attention to the fact that she'd never learned this gesture before. "Ribbons?" She repeated in a squeaky sort of voice. Well, logically, it made sense... And -- nothing bad had happened before, right? Well, she hadn't actually tried unwinding them before, but... nothing could happen, right? They were just ribbons.
Just ribbons.
"Okee..." She relented finally, dropping the rope and holding her hands out to Kokoro. Finally she shut her eyes and turned her head away, in hopes that nothing bad would happen if she wasn't able to see it happen.
Kokoro didn't seem to notice Lethe's obvious nervousness about the whole thing. Instead, he tossed the discarded jump-rope carelessly into the toybox and knelt down in front of his cousin's hands.
"Lesse.." He mused, then carefully pulled some ribbon off the loop around her hands with a finger. Suddenly, he got the feeling he was doing a Very Bad Thing. "This doesn't, like, hurt or anything, does it?" He said anxiously, frowning. All he had to do was pull off a bit more ribbon and then they'd have enough to play with, but..
The thing about the ribbon was that it didn't seem to be tied on tightly -- just wound loosely around her hands, in seemingly constant threat of falling away. But, even though an entire loop was pulled off now, it seemed no different than before -- as in there was just as much ribbon still wrapped around her wrists as there was before Kokoro started trying to unbind her.
Lethe, of course, couldn't see this, and she wriggled her fingers experimentally. Her fingertips had unexpicably gone ice-cold (or at least they felt like they did) but maybe it was like when you were carrying a heavy backpack and then took it off and you then felt as light as a feather. "No," She finally replied.
Koko frowned, but pulled off another loop anyway. He shivered for a moment, as if he was suddenly reminded of something unpleasant, but finally pulled off the last bit of ribbon they'd need. "There," he said decisively, sitting on his heels. "How's that?"
The coldness crept up her arms and settled over her shoulders, and Lethe began shivering uncontrollably. "Is okay," She said quickly, more to herself than her cousin, and she opened her eyes to look around for a blanket or a heater or something warm--
Her gaze fell on her hands. They looked normal. They had finger shapes. They were just now see-through and seemed to ripple like... Like water...
"AIYEE!" She shrieked, more out of surprise than anything else, and desperately pulled her hands away; in her panic her hands lost her shape and the water spilled over the ribbons and into a small puddle on the floor, droplets staying neatly together. Her eyes widened so much they were starting to hurt and she tried to jerk her arms away again, slowly unravelling in water, and finally in one strong pull she tore herself free of the ribbons.
The ribbons fell into the water; Lethe looked from where her hands and half her arms had been to Kokoro and back, and with a long sigh, the rest of her dissolved quickly into the same puddle until only her clothes remained. Her ribbon floated neatly on its surface, and none of the cloth seemed to absorb the liquid.
"Leetie?" He said worriedly, eyes widening. He winced visibly when she shrieked and nearly fell over from her recoil. "Leetie! -- should I call Cere?" He rushed, watching her oddly.
It was kinda like watching a train crash, but then he realized that he was still breathing.
Nervously, he crawled over to the puddle of water on the floor and stared into it, as if hoping it would reflect his cousing back at him instead of himself. "Lee..tie?" He said slowly, and then dipped his hand in the water. "Leetie. Leetie? What happened?" Koko said nervously, pulling his hand out. Somehow, it was still dry. "..you left your clothes, Leetie," he said lamely, wondering what had happened. Had she .. died? Was it his fault? Was he one of those bad guys on the TV that people called a murderer and went to jail? "Oh no," he whispered, his eyes going wide. "Oh. Oh. Oh no."
The water reflected nothing, but seemed to wriggle indignantly when he 'poked' her. Lethe wasn't quite sure what had happened -- she could no longer see or hear or taste or smell, at least not in the traditional sense, but she could still feel, and she felt better now than she did before. She hesitated before realizing that she did not want to stay in this form, not now, and reached towards the source of warmth floating above her.
The puddle stood still for a second and then pushed strongly against the ribbon, small tendrils of water reaching out to push themselves into the dark-blue mass. Once she'd managed to hook herself into a small loop of the ribbon her fingers began to crystalize again through it, and then a foot, and then the water reshaped itself through and inside of her clothes and froze to form skin and hair, until her eyes were the only thing that did not change color or consistancy. Lethe looked down and realized that she was okay, she'd just somehow managed to bind her left hand and foot together this time, and began giggling uncontrollably.
That was.. weird, that was the only way she could explain what had just happened, and she also felt incredibly relieved. "I-is oh-kee." She told Kokoro shakily, her tongue feeling somewhat sluggish after all that.
Kokoro leapt a bit once the water wriggled at him and started moving. "This trick isn't very funny, Leetie," he frowned, folding his arms. "Come out from wherever you're hiding."
He thought about it.
"No, maybe you should tell me where you are, so I can throw your clothes at you," he mumbled, turning pink under his feathers. "Why'd you have to take your clothes off, anyway?"
He sighed and turned around to go look for her right when Lethe started to re-materialize. "Um.. Holly polly moxen freed?" He called, wondering if he said it right. "I don't want to play hide-'n-seek, Leetie!"
And then she was right behind her and boy did he jump.
"DON'T SCARE ME LIKE THAT! I DIE OF HEART ATTACK ONE DAY," he spluttered, looking at her bewilderedly. "How'd you get behind me?! And in your clothes?! And how.." Kokoro trailed off, looking at the ribbon tied around his cousin's foot and hand. He started to giggle. "..how'd..?
"Maybe we should play the game that way," he said, grinning. "I'll tie my hand and foot together and we can hop until one of us falls over or something."
She'd held her breath until she remembered that she had to breath again, and when she did all of her sluggishness went away. Lethe fell over backwards in relief, taking her foot up along with her hand, and then realized she'd have to fix this.
"Nuh-uh!" She replied indignantly to her cousin, "Lethe already lose anyway!" Following this with a playful grin, she braced herself and pulled her hand away from the bindings. Her right half fell to water again, pulling at her still-solid left half like stretched-out taffy, until she managed to figure out the vague location of her right foot and thrust it into the ribbons. She materialized again, more quickly this time, and once she did she stretched both free arms. "Lethe is fish now!" She explained happily, folding her hands behind her head like she couldn't do before.
Kokoro giggled as she stuck her foot in the ribbons with her other. "Leetie play hokey-pokey!" He exclaimed, clapping his hands. "You put your right foot in, you put your right foot out... you put your right foot in and you shake it all about.."
"'You do the hokey-pokey and you turn yourself around, that's what it's all about!'" Lethe sang the next part, giggling and reaching for the jump rope again. It seemed like it'd be easier this time -- more room for a bigger loop, her feet were together so it might be easier to jump...
The young Fa'e promptly dropped the toy again when the doorknob to the front door started to rattle, and although she knew it was far too early for Cerena to be back yet, she nevertheless knew that she could potentially be in t-r-o-u-b-l-e if she wasn't exactly as she was before. She reached down and began unravelling the ribbons around her feet, but the more she unravelled the longer a ribbon she had and she was still no closer to being free; so finally she twisted and struggled and finally managed to kick herself free of the ribbons. Almost expertly this time she turned just as she started to fall to water and bound her hands together again, folding them neatly in her lap and doing her best 'I'm innocent!' impression.
The door opened: it was Cerena. "Hey guys, ehhh... There was kind of this thing with an elevator and a Butterfinger bar and.. um... well... They said they'd call me, so I got to leave early." Offering a sheepish grin, she started forward to collect her young charge. "Ehh, Angie's still in the bathroom or something, Koko? Well, tell her 'thank you' for me, will you?"
"Byeee! Lethe waved to her cousin as Cerena started to lead her way, jumping and skipping and hopping with her unbound feet. "Lethe made water! Lethe turned to a puddle, and swam, like a ri-ri-riiveer!" She immediately began telling her guardian as soon as they got out the front door, stumbling over the words in her excitement. "River! Lethe is still river!"
Cerena nearly stopped, remembered to keep going just in time, and side-glanced carefully towards Lethe. She wasn't entirely sure how to react to this -- Fa'e were special, she knew that, but... "Oh," She realized, "You were playing a game! Of course you're a river, you love playing in water and you almost look like one anyway..." ...If you weren't a Fa'e. Offering the younger girl a small grin to mask her uneasiness, Cerena shook her head.
...A game? "No!" Lethe protested, stamping a foot. "Lethe is.. Lethe really is...!" Her Crazy-Lady had said before that she could tell her anything -- so why was it that when she did, she didn't even believe her...?
"Let's go get muffins," Cerena decided, "It's been a long day... And it's not even over yet, so... We can go feed the koi fish at the park!"
Lethe nodded but said nothing.
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Posted: Sat Nov 12, 2005 12:18 pm
Angie hummed while walking with Chyre to the doctor's.
"Hey, Chy," she said idly, "maybe we should call a cab and, you know, I could have the baby in it while we get stuck in traffic or something."
"I'd rather not take that chance," said Chy.
So they continued walking.
"I don't remember the clinic being this far away," Angie whined.
Then they walked some more.
"Chy, will you carry me?"
And more..
"Chy.."
..and more..
"Chy!.."
And then they finally got there.
Angie collapsed in the nearest chair with Chy following her shortly afterwards ("Get off my lap!"). A purple-haired secretary looked up from the front desk, raising an eyebrow at the two.
"Hi," Chyre said lamely, sitting at Angie's feet where her sister had shoved her off.
"Do you have an appointment with the doctor?" He said boredly, resting his elbows on the desk.
"Oh. Yeah. Uh.." Chyre stood up quickly and then walked over to the desk. "Look up Angie."
There was a pause.
"Angie..?"
"Just Angie."
"WHATCHA TWO TALKING ABOUT?" Said a certain navy-haired girl, looking up from the task of accosting her tummy with various plushies. "Are you talking about meee?"
"No. Go back to entertaining the kid."
"'Kay," she said automatically, picking up a kitty.
"Let's see.." The secretary typed in her name and hit enter. "Oh. Yes. Here you are. Let me take you to where they'll be giving you surgery.."
"Surgery?" Angie said worriedly.
"Yeah," said Chyre, looking back at her. "You were going to have a C-section, weren't you?"
"Oh.. Well.. I.. um," she stammered.
"It'll be okay. I'll make sure the doctors don't do anything funny."
Angie paused to consider this, then nodded quietly and stood up.
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Posted: Sat Nov 12, 2005 12:18 pm
Chy had to give it to them - those doctors worked fast.
She didn't go into the surgery room with the other doctors. She didn't much like blood, nor did she want to truly see inside her 'sister.' She thanked whatever gods there were that they were giving her medication to knock her out as well. That way she wouldn't have to feel the doctors cutting her sister's stomach open..
Chyre shuddered and leaned back into her chair. The medication was starting to kick in.
Idly, she wondered if she was going to start bleeding. Probably. Well, that was peachy. She'd have to wash this dress fifteen times to get it out. At least she probably wouldn't bleed to death, though she'd probably freak out the doctors.
Everything at the edges of her vision started to get blurry. Blinking slowly, Chyre leaned over a bit to peer into the small window of the surgery room. Everyone was dressed in doctor's garbs. Well, except for one man, she thought pleasantly. He wasn't wearing any scrubs. He looked almost angelic.. though the expression on his face was priceless. He was both disgusted and fascinated at the same time. Chyre liked him, though she would probably scream and burst into the surgery room to kick him out if she wasn't drugged beyond belief.
She leaned back into her chair. It was awfully comfortable, for a cheap hospital chair. Yawning, she contemplated taking a nap. That might be nice.
From down the hall, a man came - not really a man, per se, but he somwhat resembled one. He hefted a large scythe over his shoulder easily as he peered into the room where Angie was getting herself cut open. After a moment, he seemed satisfied, then turned to look at Chyre.
HELLO, he said pleasantly, eyeing the blonde's stomach. YOU MIGHT WANT TO GET SOME SORT OF MEDICATION FOR THAT.
And then he walked off, and Chyre fell asleep before she could figure out what he was talking about.
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Posted: Sat Nov 12, 2005 12:19 pm
"Miss? Miss! Oh, for crying out -- miss, please wake up!"
"Is it the pizza delivery man?" Chyre mumbled, slowly rousing herself out of her sleep. Unfortunately, no steamy goodness awaited her - instead, a rather flushed medical intern was shaking her shoulders profusely and looking quite panicked. "What, didn't I give you the money?!"
"Oh no," she moaned. "That's really bad... I.. ah.. I'm going to go get a doctor," she said quickly, then rushed off down the hall.
..and then peeked around the corner. "And don't run off!"
"'Kay," said Chyre.
So the intern ran off.
Letting out a sigh, she looked down at her dress. Yup, that was pretty much toast. She made a mental note to tell Angie to remind her not to wear her nice dress on the day they were getting a C-section, and, of course, immediately forgot it.
Yawning, she stretched, then eyed the door in front of her. Maybe Angie's C-section was done by now. It probably was, since, you know, Chyre wasn't writhing in pain and all that. Cautiously, she stood up and pushed open the door.
"YOU ARE NOT NAMING YOUR KID BOBBERY, YOUNG LADY!"
"BUTICAN'TTHINKOFANYTHINGEEEELLLSEE!"
"Well, you'd better think harder," a nurse hissed, turning to leave. She didn't seem to notice Chyre standing right between her and the door, thankfully.
Silence.
"...Bobbery?"
"It's a girl," Angie mumbled, shifting in the bedsheets awkwardly. "I really can't think of a name, Chy. Nani told me to think of some but I didn't and now I'm going to have a bouncing little baby girl named Bobbery."
"I'm sure we can think of something better," Chyre mumbled, letting her eyes sweep the room for a moment. She focused her attention on a small bookshelf not far from her. "What about.." She squinted. "..Alice? Like Alice in Wonderland?"
There was a pause.
"Alice sounds nice," Angie said softly, suddenly looking old and so very pale against the hospital sheets.
"Better'n Bobbery, I bet."
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Posted: Sun Nov 27, 2005 6:12 am
Hospitals were weird. They had to run all sorts of tests on the baby before they finally gave it back.
They were still stuck with Mean Nurse (Angie and Chyre had lovingly dubbed her so after Angie told her sister all about her), who didn't seem to want to give Angie her baby. After much bickering, however, she finally brought the kid into the room, looking rather disgruntled.
"Alice," the nurse said dully, then placed the baby down in Angie's arms and stepped back from the bed.
It was a cute baby, with the little baby fingers and the little baby toes and everything. And it even came with a bit of cute little baby drool.
"Hey, Chyre," Angie said softly. "Look. It's a baby."
"Yeah," she said dreamily, touching the base of Alice's foot. "So you're the one who's been doin' somersaults in my tummy? Are ya?!"
The baby giggled and kicked its feet lightly.
"Oh my gosh," Angie said, looking like she was about to cry or simply burst from the cuteness. "She's laughing."
Chyre smiled and leaned back in her chair.
...then remembered that Mean Nurse was still standing there. Chyre looked over to her and raised an eyebrow. "So, could we just blow this joint in a few minutes?"
"No," the nurse said stiffly, almost seeming to get a little taller. "We need to keep the mother here to make sure nothing happens."
"To make sure she won't asplode?"
"..something like that."
"That bites." Chyre looked back at Angie and the kid, who were now performing some new-age version of This Little Piggy. "Makes me real mad. I do strange things when I get mad."
"Too bad," the nurse said stoutly.
Damn. That was the first time that it didn't work.
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Posted: Wed Nov 30, 2005 5:52 pm
It was rather quiet here for a hospital.
Eyes half-closed, Chyre shifted slightly in the plastic seat in front of the room where they kept all the newborns. She didn't really remember how long she'd been sitting there - she'd lost count after the first three hours.
Something in her just changed a little, watching that kid sleep.
She ran her hand through her blonde hair and sighed. She had gone back home, changed, and came back a long time ago. The butler, of course, sent her a glare when he saw the condition she was in. But it didn't matter.. not really.
"Do you need anything?" A nurse asked softly, causing Chyre to come back into the present. "No, but thanks," she mumbled, and the nursed smiled and nodded before moving away once again.
..Thank god that kid came out okay. It would have been pretty bad if something went wrong.. she didn't really want to think about it. With a sigh, she let her head tilt back a bit, staring at the ceiling.
There was the soft shuffle of footsteps, and then the slide of fabric as she sat down next to her.
"Hey," Angie said, tilting her head slightly and grinning toothily at her sister.
"Oh.." Chyre moved her head to the side to raise an eyebrow at her. "What're you doing out of bed?"
"Snuck out," she said with a hint of pride in her voice, settling back in her chair. "It was so boring in there."
"Huh."
There was an awkward silence for a moment, and Chyre could practically hear Angie drawing in breath before speaking again.
"It's weird, isn't it?"
"What is?"
"That I could have a kid," she said softly, shuffling her bare feet on the ground. "I mean, I didn't think I could, what with my.. condition."
"Our condition."
"Right," she breathed, her smile falling a bit. "..it just.. doesn't feel like we're the same person."
"I know," Chyre said, impulsively running a hand over the black mark on her left cheek.
Another awkward silence; then, "I'm sorry that you got dragged into this."
"Dragged into what?"
"The pregnancy and everything. You felt the baby kicking, but I couldn't."
"Oh," Chyre sighed, putting her hands behind her head. "It wasn't too bad. Thankfully it didn't last very long.."
"Right..." Angie mumbled, gazing through the window into the other room. "She's pretty, isn't she?"
"The baby?"
"Yeah.."
"She is." Chyre sat up slightly, clasping her hands in her lap. "Just you wait until she's flinging mashed peas around.."
Angie giggled softly, putting her hands to her lips. Her moment of zen was cut short, however, when Mean Nurse rounded the corner.
"Hey! What are you doing out of bed?"
"s**t."
"I didn't know you knew that word," Chyre said jokingly. "Ah, you grow up so fast.."
"Ah, shaddap," Angie snapped, standing up quickly. "ONWARD!" She cried, getting a running headstart before jumping on the base of the IV stand and zooming off down the hall.
"THAT'S NOT A TOY!" The nurse yelled, running after Angie awkwardly in three-inch heels.
Chyre took whatever victories she could get.
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Posted: Wed Nov 30, 2005 6:15 pm
When Chyre woke up the next morning, the windows were splattered with rain. And she had a horrible crick in her neck.
Moaning slightly, she slowly brought her head forwards, wincing visibly at the crack her neck made as she did so. Note to self: never sleep in hospital chairs ever again. Rubbing the back of her neck awkwardly, she slowly stood up and made her way back to Angie's room.
"Hi Chyre!" Angie chirped merrily, sitting upright in her bed. Many books were scattered around her - apperantly she had stayed up the whole night reading them. "...anyway, Koko, as I was saying, you have a little sister now!"
"..but I already have a little sister," he said confusedly, scratching his head.
Chyre blinked confusedly. "You do?"
The Ieldi turned in his seat next to Angie's bed to stare at Chyre for a moment, trying to decide the appropriate response. "..no," he said slowly, looking very confused. "But, um, I do now?"
"You sure do," Angie cooed, pinching Kokoro's cheeks for a moment ("Cut it out, ma!") before continuing. "And her name is Alice and she's as big as a two-liter of soda!"
"You have a strange taste in similes."
"Yes," Kokoro said, taking a bite out of a candy bar he had with him. "Yes you do."
Angie opened her mouth to protest, but was interrupted by the door to her room creaking open.
Mean Nurse struck again! "All the paperwork's filed and everything's fine," she droned, raising a penciled eye at the feathered boy that sat on her immaculately-cleaned chair before finishing. "You can go home whenever you like."
"Oh, okay," Chyre said dismissively, waving a hand. "So we can just pick the baby up in the nursery?"
"Yes," she said stiffly.
"Oh. Good. You can go now."
"Like I needed permission," the nurse grumbled before properly slamming the door behind her.
There was a strange silence.
"So?" Angie said, grinning widely. "Let's pick up little Alice and blow this joint!"
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Posted: Tue Dec 06, 2005 8:52 am
Back at the mansion, things were getting more and more hectic.
"YO, BUT-LER!" Angie yelled from the top of the staircase, earning her a glare from a certain someone. "WHERE ARE THOSE SHEETS I ASKED FOR WITH THE CUTE LITTLE LAMBS - yes the cute little lambs for the cute little girl," she cooed, tickling the baby supported on her hip. Alice giggled and clung to her shirt.
"I don't believe we have any sheets of that description, miss," the butler said boredly, straightening a few pillows.
"Then guess what you get to do?"
"What, miss?"
"GO FIND SOME."
"How's that nursery coming, Ang?" Chyre offered, vainly trying to keep the butler from imploding.
"It's.. coming," she sighed, running a hand through her hair while jiggling the baby up and down on her hip. "I found a decent crib, so she has somewhere to sleep.. I put the other stuff we got in there, too. It's almost done - we just need those SHEETS."
"Oh.
"..hey, Ang, why don't I watch the kid while you go relax and watch the tube or something?"
"Nuh-uh," Angie said, beaming. "I'm going to have to stick with Alice and get her used to Iol and Sana and everythin'. I just want to make sure she'll be okay."
"Right, right.." Chyre mumbled. "Well, uh... okay then."
"I'm going to go explore a bit," Kokoro said quickly, zooming past Angie down the stairs.
"Oh no you don't," Angie rebutted, catching the back of the collar of Kokoro's shirt. "I need you to help Alice get settled in."
"But maaa~!"
"Butts are for backsides!" She squeaked, ducking to avoid a certain crazed gembird. "Please, Koko, I just need you to help for a few days!"
"Fine," he said glumly, reaching out for Alice.
Alice's grey eyes widened slightly, and she reached out to Kokoro as well, gurgling a bit.
"See? She's getting settled in already," Angie said cheerfully, prancing off down the hall.
Alice giggled and reached for some of the feathers growing behind the Ieldi's pointed ears.
Silence.
"..she could have just said yes to my offer."
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Posted: Wed Dec 28, 2005 9:28 pm
It was the middle of the night, but she just couldn't resist it this time.
Carefully, Angie stepped along the wall as she made her way down the hall. She was thankful, for once, that this area of the house was carpeted - usually she enjoyed slipping and sliding on the wooden floors in her socks (to the butler's chagrin, of course, which was half of the fun), but the carpet muffled the sound of her footsteps so she wouldn't wake anyone up.
Her sneaking came to an end when she reached the wooden door that was her destination, and slowly, drawing her breath in, she reached out for the doorknob with a shaking hand. There was a moment of hanging anticipation where her stomach seemed to curl in upon itself in suspense, but as the smooth metal of the handle met her quivering fingertips she let out a small sigh. Fingers curling 'round, embracing, she gently turned the knob, listening as the latch drew in, and opened the door.
The nursery was a light lavender color with a shaggy purple polka-dotted carpet. Her toes curled slightly as she stepped into the room. Almost immediately her neutral eyes fell upon the object that she had been thinking about for the past half-hour, and her hand carelessly slid off the handle to the door, abandoning the task of closing it for a much more appealing one.
Slowly, she made her way to the cradle, and peeked in.
A serene, angelic being lay there, pale skin seeming to glow in the soft moonlight pouring in from the large window at the head of the baby's bed. Small fingers had curled around the arm of the grunny plushie placed in her cradle for comfort, and as Angie's watery eyes swept over her baby's body, she saw that Alice's cherry-colored lips were slightly apart and her eyes closed in a peaceful sleep. Angie couldn't help but take a deep breath in as she looked at her child, lips quivering in an adoring smile as her long fingers descended into Alice's dull lavender-colored hair. It was stringy, but silky, and framed her face in gentle locks. Alice stirred slightly at her mother's touch, grey tail twitching slightly, her fingers releasing the doll as she shifted onto her back. Thankfully, though, her eyes did not open - instead, her head leaned gently into Angie's hand, moving closer into her touch. Licking her bottom lip nervously, Angie moved slightly upwards to stroke the soft fuzz at the base of Alice's fox ears. It twitched at first, trying to flick her away as a dust mite, but went back into its original position, bent forward slightly.
Angie just couldn't help but stare at the little angel lying there in the crib, and withdrew her hand, grasping the safety rail. She wanted to pick her up and hold her, rock her and sing her gentle fairy tales, but then Alice might become upset or grumpy and she might not go back to sleep.
The hem of Angie's gown brushed the back of her knees as a gentle breeze swept through the room - Angie was afraid at first, but realized that she was standing near the ventilation shaft and calmed down a bit. Looking about the room, she began to wonder vaguely what her own childhood had been like - if her own mother, perhaps, had stood over her cradle like this, watching over her as she slept.
She really didn't know.--- Bright sunlight streamed through the window, a gentle yet firm command to wake up. Chyre's bed was directly underneath the window, so it always poured onto her face and made her eyelids burn. She wrinkled her nose, throwing her arm over her eyes carelessly, taking a deep breath through her nose. Another morning with Angie and with the new kid.
With a sigh and a grunt, she sat up and swung her legs over the side of her bed. She stretched as she stood up, carefully pulling her arms over her head before scratching her back and opening the door.
Immediately she saw that the door to Angie's room was wide open. Peeking inside, she raised an eyebrow as she saw.. no Angie. Weird. Walking down the hall a ways, she came upon dear Alice's room and, noting that the door was ajar slightly, pushed it open.
The baby fussed slightly when she heard the shuffling footsteps of her aunt, so Chyre made a beeline to the cradle to pick her up and rock her gently. As she did, her gaze slipped to the corner of the room where Angie slept, looking rather big for the small wooden chair.
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Posted: Wed Jan 04, 2006 11:33 pm
Angie was not a morning person.
With a yawn, she lay back on the froofy cushioned sofa, staring at the huge chandelier hanging from the ceiling. She never really understood why the place was so full of fancy things. She wasn't used to it, and it made her feel a little bit like an animal misbehaving whenever she used the furniture. But it didn't matter now. No, she was too drowsy to care.
"Angie?" She heard her sister say softly beyond her eyelids; then, in a slightly more irritated tone, "come on, I made you some tea. It'll help."
With a grunt and a sigh, Angie rolled over onto her side and cracked an eye open to peer at Chyre. "Wut kinda tea?" She said drowsily, almost as if she were talking to her mother.
Chyre raised an eyebrow. "Apple tea with a bit of honey, as you like it." Angie perked up slightly as Chyre sat down in the armchair across the coffee table, where she set the cup down.
Resolve melting rapidly, the navy-haired teen sat up and picked up the cup immediately. With slight hesitation, she raised it to her lips and took a quick sip.
"Hot," she said vaguely, glad that her habits had saved her from a burned tongue. Then, vainly, "where's Alice?"
"Still sleeping," Chyre said with a yawn, sinking back in her seat. She had woken her sister up after finding her in the nursery, afraid that she might slide off the chair and crack her head open or something akin to that. Angie had a talent to doing those sorts of things.
"Oh," she murmured; then took another sip of her tea.
"The library called."
Angie winced. "Did I forget to return a book again?" She said lamely, with a little laugh.
Chyre frowned. "You are planning on going back to your job, aren't you..?"
She sighed and ran a hand though her hand. "I am, but.. Alice, I.." she stalled, then frowned. "I feel like I need to stay with her," she said finally, casting her overcast eyes downwards. "I just.."
Chyre sighed also. "Don't worry about her," she said softly, trying to catch Angie's gaze again. "Kokoro and the butler and me will take good care of her. Promise." As Angie looked up, she gave her a small smile. "You still have to live your life, you know."
Angie looked down and twisted her fingers around in her lap.
"I'll go back.. tomorrow," she said finally, not looking up.
"Good girl."
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Posted: Wed Jan 04, 2006 11:35 pm
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Posted: Wed Jan 04, 2006 11:36 pm
Angie dear effing diary cy is not a b*****d but WHERE THE HELL IS HE
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