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 Posted: Wed Feb 20, 2008 11:34 am
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Posted: Tue Mar 04, 2008 12:21 am
 .Small Children Are Small. Sometimes Pointy.
This child, however, was not fuzzy like Faline, no. He had to be sharp. And pokey. And the worst part about it was that he enjoyed tormenting whoever came close with the blades embedded into his arms.
As Marilyn held down a squirming toddler, tying towels with duct tape around Erich's blades to keep him from hurting himself or, more importantly, herself, she couldn't help but be relieved that at least they grew up fast. Faline had blossomed into quite the pretty young woman seemingly (read as literally) over night. One day soon, Erich might be tripping over himself with an acne covered face, eager to woo a young girl into being his, much like his sister giggled over the boys in her classes. Or, you know, stab them, assuming he never grew out of this phase.
After a good few minutes of a silent struggle -- for Erich hardly ever seemed to make a sound -- Marilyn had finally gotten the towels in place, much to the chagrin of the little boy. Erich pouted grumpily up at his mother, who just gave him a Look right back. "Alright, kiddo. Don't give me that. You know those things are pretty darned dangerous because you keep trying to take one of my eyes as a souvenir, so this is just a precaution so mommy doesn't end up a murder case."
That didn't seem to settle Erich, however, but the woman already knew it wouldn't. Why couldn't this one be sweet and lovable like the other? If he weren't her non-biological child, she'd swear he inherited her mother's b***h gene.
"Okay. Now. We're going to do something fun! Isn't that exciting?" She beamed down at the toddler who just glared back. It seemed to be the only facial expression he was capable of when he didn't have this look of passive indifference on. Oh well, it wasn't like they were really going to do anything exciting anyway. She was just going to get a colouring book.
Carefully picking up the toddler, Marilyn took him to the little activity table she had bought for the kids recently. It was just Erich's height so he could sit at it comfortably, but Marilyn towered over it and couldn't fit her legs under the table. She hated feeling like a giant in comparison to the children's things. It always weirded her out whenever she thought how tiny people or people like creatures started out as.
Marilyn laid out a bunch of crayons and pulled Erich into her lap, whose only response was to squirm and look up at her with that pout his face was growing into. She opened up the colouring book and pressed a rather lurid pink crayon into the boy's hand. He took it, chubby fingers gripping it and turning it over in front of his face, almost in contemplation. Marilyn bit her lip, hoping he would at least take the colouring -- Oh, nope. There went the crayon, sailing across the room as Erich launched it with surprising force for someone so small.
As she had been thinking before she was so rudely interrupted, Erich had only turned from knife to child a couple of days ago and in that time, Marilyn had found out that there was hardly a thing that he liked. It was a struggle just to do anything and Marilyn sincerely hoped that she was not this terrible as a child, no matter how many times her mother insisted that she was. Or how many times her mother insisted that Marilyn would make a terrible mom whenever she called.
On the contrary, Marilyn rather loved being a mother. It was hard work -- case in point being the toddler ripping pages out of his colouring book right now -- but she enjoyed it, knowing that she was shaping a little life into what it was as an adult, helping it to grow and live and learn.
Of course, she could have always done that at working at a youth program, as she thought now, working to pry the book from Erich's grip. And on her mother, the parental units were to be coming over that night for dinner. That was going to be lovely. Grandpa Balcombe got along splendidly with Faline and she hoped the same would go for his grandson as they hadn't met yet.
She did feel bad for Faline, though, when Grandma Balcombe was here. Cassandra tended to ignore the girl who worked so hard to gain her affection that it really made Marilyn want to hit something. But tonight, she would repeat to herself time and time again, it would be different. Please, she silently begged, let it be different tonight.
On those thoughts, Marilyn let out a sigh and finally managed to get the book free from Erich's near super human grip. Whatever she was feeding the kid, it was doing miracles. Marilyn was still holding him as she got up to fetch the cook book to peruse recipes for tonight's dinner. Faline would probably be glad to help, depending on how much homework she had. It seemed like with each passing day, the teenager would get more homework. She didn't remember getting that much when she was in school herself, so hopefully it was all paying off.
"Anything look good to you, sweetie?" Marilyn asked, holding the book in front of Erich, but at a safe distance to keep his little grabby hands from actually reaching it. She just sighed tiredly. Today was going to be a long, long day and tonight was probably going to be a torture. "Yeah, I thought so. The roast looks nice to me too. Let's go with that."
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Posted: Tue Mar 04, 2008 12:27 am
Grandma and Grandpa came over for dinner tonight. Grandpa brought me a pair of really cute socks that are pink with little bunnies on them! They look adorable with my new shoes. Grandma was the same as usual, though. She didn't hardly talk to me and I hate when she does that. Mom says it's not anything bad about me that's doing it, but I still worry. I'm a good granddaughter, right? Grandpa at least loves me?
Oh, and Grandpa got Erich to laugh, too! And play paddy-cake. I don't think I've ever seen my little brother laugh before, but it was cute. I hope he acts like that more instead of being cranky all the time. Though I have to say, good on mom for the towels around the blades thing. I was afraid to go near him with those on him.
Oh, oh, oh and another thing! Justin looked at me today! Looked. At me! I could have died, my face was that red. He's so cute. I keep trying to think of a way to maybe get him to come over to study sometime, but I'm not having any trouble in my classes. But still... Pretending won't hurt anyone.
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Posted: Thu Mar 06, 2008 7:55 pm
.Be Still My Fluttering Heart. Justin William Carson. Those three words were enough to melt Faline's heart into a puddle of pink goo, right inside her chest. The teenager was bitten bad by the love bug and it showed. She would flit from room to room in the house sighing dreamily and doodling hearts in her notebook.
That was what she was doing now, as a matter of fact. The doodling, not the flitting from room to room as she was in the middle of her second period class, Geometry.
Faline Carson
Mrs. Carson
Mrs. Justin Carson
Oh god, it all sounded perfect and, if she had her way, it would all be perfect. The wedding would take place on a beautiful spring day with all of their friends and family, Faline's mother sobbing her eyes out at her beautiful daughter in her wedding gown. Maybe she could even cajole Erich into being her ring bearer.
Then there would be the gorgeous little house painted in a buttery yellow with a little white picket fence. Soon the insides of the abode would be filled with the pitter-patter of little tiny feet, Faline and Justin's children.
All of this she dreamed while staring at the back of Justin's head from the seat behind him, more hearts and the occasional flower blossoming into life on her notebook paper. Oh why couldn't she just have that perfect life now? All she wanted to do was reach out and touch that soft brown hair in front of her, to kiss those perfect lips... Faline sighed softly, periwinkle eyes glazing over as she was lost in her fantasy.
She didn't hear the bell ring, sounding the end of class. She didn't hear the scuffling of papers as students gathered their things to flee the room. She didn't hear the object of her longing, her affection turn around with a quick smile and speak her name.
But if she had heard him the first time, it would have sounded like angels bursting into song, the sweet twittering of birds, and all of that mushy stuff people in love think of to express the perfection of the speaking voice of what was actually a very plain boy.
"Er, Faline?" Justin repeated, this time with less of the angels singing and the birds seemed to quiet.
"Oh..? Oh! Justin! I, uh, er... didn't hear you, sorry." A bright red crept across of Faline's cheeks and she kind of wanted to sink down into her chair at that moment and become one with the floor.
"It's 'kay." The teenage boy responded, those lips that Faline couldn't take her eyes off of quirking into a little half grin. "I was actually kind of wondering if you wanted to hang out Saturday? Maybe catch a movie?"
Right then and there, Faline could have died. Her heart skipped a beat and a chorus of Hallelujah blared in her head. Dear sweet everything ever, he just asked her out and all she could do was sit there with her jaw hanging halfway down her chest!
Working to make a quick recovery, face still a brilliant shade of red, the rabbit girl nodded her head quickly before finding the words to articulate her joy. "Yes, of course! Saturday! I'd love to! ...Yes!"
"Oh, cool. Alright, then. I'll come pick you up?" Justin stood, speaking as he did so and gathering up his materials as a rather burly student for next period hovered over what was supposed to be his desk.
All Faline could do was nod her again as the boy left the room, absolutely flabbergasted.
And then it sank in.
Justin.
He asked her out.
He asked her out.
Ohgodohgodohgodohgodohgod...
And that was when she couldn't contain it any longer and let out a happy yip, springing to her feet and quite literally dancing out the door, having to return some seconds later to retrieve her backpack she had left behind in her joy.
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Posted: Sun Mar 16, 2008 12:41 am
March 8th
The date went beautifully, I can't even believe it. We held hands. I touched his hand, his beautiful, gorgeous hand. And held it. Oh my god. I think I might die.
I was surprised, though, that he was actually into watching a girly movie, though. I can't even remember the name, but it was bittersweet and... who am I kidding? I wasn't really paying attention to the movie.
He and I moved the arm rest up between us so that we could cuddle and I could have stayed like that all night. It was sweet and slow and... I am so in love and it feels so right and wonderful.
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Posted: Sun Mar 16, 2008 12:43 am
.The Babysitter's Club Would Be Nice About Now. Faline was bustling about the kitchen making Erich dinner, the toddler already have been firmly locked into his highchair after trying to have adventurous adventures involving a bag of flour and his little arm blades, which earned him the towels again (really, it was the only way that Marilyn and Faline could see him getting around without hurting anyone).
Marilyn was upstairs getting ready for her date with her boyfriend, Jonathon. She frowned at her reflection, thinking about their relationship. The man had grown so distant recently and it really hurt her heart, but she felt she had to keep that pain inside instead of letting her children see it. It wasn't anything that they should concern themselves with and she didn't want to scare Faline, knowing that her daughter had started dating herself. It was always tough at that age and it would only get tougher.
After readying herself, Mary swept downstairs, nervously heading into the kitchen where Faline was chopping up some carrots and Erich was sitting moodily in his highchair. "How do I look?" The young woman inquired, chewing nervously at her bottom lip, the butterflies refusing to quiet themselves.
Faline looked up from her task and gave her mother a faux critical look before her periwinkle eyes lit up in absolute delight, nose wrinkling as she smiled. "You look gorgeous, mom!"
The mother and daughter embraced, Marilyn still looking a little sick from the nerves. "You really don't think it's too much, Rabbit? ...Should I get rid of the earrings, it's the earrings, right?"
Faline could only laugh. Oh what silly things mothers were. "Mom. Really. You look totally fine. He's going to love the look and if he doesn't, I'll thump him good when you two get home." She gave Mary another of her nose wrinkling smiles, moving back over to finish cutting the carrots. Erich was starting to fuss and smack his spoon on the tray, so anything to quiet the unruly toddler.
"Thank you, Rabbit, really, but I would rather you not 'thump' my boyfriend, thanks." Marilyn chuckled, reaching out to ruffle Erich's hair which only elicited an irritated shriek from the little boy. The young woman pulled a face and retracted her hand, giving her daughter a look. "Are you sure you'll be able to take care of him on your own? He can be quite the handful when he wants to be."
"Mom, I promise I'll be fine." Faline rolled her eyes. She appreciated her mother's concern of course, but this was just her baby brother after all. Nothing was going to go wrong. They'd read and then he'd get put to bed and she could finish her homework. Nothing eventful.
Marilyn bit her lip before giving a little shrug. "Alright, but you have my phone number in case something happens. Don't hesitate to give me a call." With that, she stopped a little to give her daughter a kiss on the forehead, waved, and headed out the door to meet Johnny at the theater.
***
It had been a couple of hours after Faline had finally gotten Erich to eat his dinner, a task that should not have been arduous as it was. Erich had simply refused to eat the delectable carrot sticks and mashed... something. No amount of airplanes or trains or cars would get him to do it and Faline had to wait until the toddler grew bored with that method of tormenting his sister.
Now, they were going to try to watch a movie. The keyword there being try.
The teenager had put in something animated and cutesy, the kind of movie that had singing squirrels and princesses in froufy dresses and princes that came in the nick of time to sang the young damsel in distress. In short, the kind of movie Erich would pitch a tantrum over.
"DON' WANNA!" The toddler screamed, pointing a finger at the television as a deer went bounding by, whistling while it worked. "DON' WANNA DON' WANNA DON' WANNA!"
"Alright, alright!" Faline hit the power button on the remote, effectively turning the television off. "There, Erich, it's gone. Better?" She gave the toddler an annoyed look. She loved her little brother, there was no doubt about that, but good god if he wasn't on her last nerve right now.
"Don' wanna." He replied with an air of finality, as if that would settle any situation.
Faline threw her hands in the hair. Whatever. If that was how he was going to be, then fine. "Then you can sit here by yourself while I do my work." The teen carefully shifted her confused little brother onto the floor and exited the room, getting her homework and bringing it back out. She had to make a collage for history on the Gambino family. To her, that meant lots of glitter and cute writing.
She placed out all of her stuff on the coffee table and began to work. Erich just sat there sullenly, glaring at her. Why wasn't he getting attention? Didn't his sister know that he was more important than a poster on some blonde guy with giant eyebrows or a beer gut? Apparently, she did not get that memo.
He tottered to the coffee table and plopped himself down beside the rabbit girl. And then stared. Straight into her very soul, the same way any creepy, small child can.
Faline, however, was not phased. She continued to diligently work on her homework because, hey, good grades weren't going to keep themselves up on their own, now were they?
A little marker here, some glue there, oh a nice picture... She finally got to the part with the glitter and applied that liberally to some glue letters. It was gold and, if questioned, was to represent the greed of some of the later Gambino family members. That was the smart answer, of course.
Erich was watching as the glitter was thrown on, fascinated by the shiny bits of material. "Want."
"What? You want this?" His sister held up the bottle of glitter, an eyebrow raised inquisitively. "I can't give that to you, Erich."
Not. The. Right. Answer. Erich glared, voice raising in pitch, "WANT."
"Okay, you know what, take it. I'm not arguing." Faline handed him the bottle, the toddler snatching at it. He turned it over and over in his hands, quietly giggling at the glitter falling from its container.
Faline couldn't help but smile. He was kind of cute when he wasn't being a pain.
When Erich had the bottle righted, Faline got an idea. She reached over and gave a hard smack at the bottom of the bottle, causing a glitter explosion in her brother's face.
Erich blinked, hair and clothing and face covered in the shiny specks before letting out a roaring laugh.
And that was when the glitter fight commenced.
***
When Marilyn returned late that night, it was to a house covered in golden glitter and her children sleeping in a peaceful, sparkling heap on the living room floor.
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Posted: Sun Mar 16, 2008 12:45 am
.Everybody Run, the Homecoming Queen's Got a Gun. Marilyn was running late that morning, having to attend a meeting at a lab for her newest charge, Theodore. Johnny had volunteered to babysit and was already in the living room trying to make nice with her toddler son, Erich. From the terrified screams of the man and the angry screeching from the boy, she could tell it wasn't going well.
Not only that, but Faline hadn't come down for breakfast at all and Mary was getting worried about her. That was completely unlike her usually responsible daughter, so she headed up to investigate.
"Rabbit? You alright?" Marilyn's voice filtered through the door to Faline's room as she knocked. The woman bit her lip as she waited for a response and was rewarded fairly quickly.
The pink head of her teenage daughter poked itself out of the crack of the door as she opened it, her hair falling into her face and obscuring. "Mom..?"
"Yes..?"
"...I hate a zit."
"...Oh." Marilyn blinked. This wasn't quite the answer she was expecting. She actually thought Faline might be down and paramedics were required, but if a zit was only it, then there was nothing to worry about. "Even if you have a zit, you still need to get ready for school."
"Can't. 'M ugly," the teen murmured, still keeping her head down.
"Oh, rabbit, you are not. Here, let me see." She reached out to tilt Faline's head up gently by the chin and the pimple that met her eyes nearly made her take a step backwards. It was the biggest zit she had ever seen and it was right in the middle of Faline's forehead, for all the world to see. Really, it was like a freaking beacon, it was that bad, and Marilyn really had to bite her tongue to give her daughter condolences on having the ugliest zit in the world.
"That's not so bad."
Faline just quirked an eyebrow, looking like she was ready to cry. Her voice was strained as she spoke, "Yes. Yes, it is. I've been looking at it all morning and it's ugly and I... I can't go to school like this, mom, I can't... Don't make me, please..."
Marilyn was overcome with pity for her daughter. Zits were normal for teenagers, even the gigantic hideous kind, but it still wasn't easy. She herself was thankfully able to avoid skin problems, but she remembered that poor girl that had the bad acne back in her high school days. The poor dear had been teased relentlessly until she transferred schools. The people in her classes had not been kind, nope.
So what could she do for her daughter? It would be hard to find a concealer in Faline's skin tone, despite the range that existed on Gaia, and even if they could, it wouldn't hide the shadow that the pimple itself cast. It really was that bad and Marilyn had to keep herself from letting her eyes wander to it.
But then it hit her.
"Rabbit, you remember those bandannas grandma gave you last Christmas? Why not tie one of those around your head? It should cover it..."
Faline mulled this over before giving a nod and shutting her door.
Marilyn sighed and went back downstairs to wait, glancing at the clock. She was really late now, but this was kind of important.
After a few minutes, Faline came downstairs, looking a little better than she had previously and with a yellow bandanna secured to her head, effectively hiding that hideous sight on her forehead.
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Posted: Fri Mar 21, 2008 11:39 pm
March 28th
He broke up with me. That was it. He just wanted to be friends and told me that he wasn't into me like that any more.
It kind of feels like my whole world is falling apart. I loved him so much and would have done anything, doesn't he realize that? Was I not good enough, did I do something wrong? Is it because of how I look, that I'm not an actual Gaian?
Mom found me crying and we talked. She told me that this happens when I'm this age, that I'll go through relationships like this. I don't want to go through relationships like this, I want him. And what makes it worse is that I have to see him all the time still and how am I supposed to deal with that? We have that campaign going on and our characters...
I think I'm just going to take Erich and Teddy for a walk. I don't care if Erich would rather stab me and if Teddy is just a ball of flames, I need company that won't talk back and give me advice.
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Posted: Fri Mar 28, 2008 12:10 pm
.The Broken Laurels or I Hate My Job.
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Posted: Fri Mar 28, 2008 12:11 pm
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