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 Posted: Tue Apr 15, 2008 7:59 pm
: MEET JORI : It is always the normal people who find themselves desiring things that they simply cannot hope to actually get.
But, Jori was one of the few average people who desired nothing that was out of his reach to obtain. He had grown up in a traditional Catholic family, attended mass every day, said his prayers, went to school, and did his work. Unlike traditional Catholic families, though, he grew up as an only child. Every now and then his distant cousin would come over to play with him, and so she became the sister he never had. But, still, her vists were infrequent and he was often left desiring the company of others. It brought him to the resolution to get a pet, with or without his parents permission. First it had been a puppy - he had to take it back. Then it had been a cat - he had to take that back too. There had been rats, gerbils, birds, frogs, lizards, snakes, and more that Jori had tried to get passed his parents.
Needless to say, it never worked, and Jori smiled to himself at those distant but fond memories. He truly had been desperate for attention, which had led him to having a large group of friends so that he always had someone to hang out with. He didn't desire posessions, he simply desired company. His large group of friends had become centralized recently, because most had dispersed from the small town of Barton, and had moved on to bigger and better things. Jori and a few friends instead had stayed, and Jori graduated college with an associates degree in business. It wasn't much, but Jori still had no idea what he wanted in life. He was going to go back to college later when God showed him his calling.
Right now, though, his calling was obviously the grocery store. That's where the young man stood now. He was faintly attractive, with silky black hair that barely passed his ears, light blue eyes, and a pale complexion that would never darken. He stood roughly at 5'7, which was horribly short for a man, but he didn't let that bother him. His build too was lacking in masculinity, which was why he often were clothes that were too large for him. They masked his more feminine figure. But, he looked good enough that customers loved to engage him in friendly chatter, and went to his check-out line so they could say hello, even if there were empty lines. He was just personable, and always had been.
Being attractive and personable meant, though, that he had to put up with flirtatious customers. He was sure that if he was interested in somebody, he would know, and thus would let that somebody know he was interested. Yet, he had females flirting with him, and occassionally a man (he still wasn't sure what he thought about that). He'd pretend to not realize what they were doing, and checked out their items as quickly as he good. He was still friendly, but he wasn't going to be exchanging phone numbers and flirting right back. He wasn't interested in that so much any more. If the right person came, then sure, he would flirt. But, he had done enough of it in highschool and college to be sick of 'falling in love'.
A customer came up to his check out line, and he gave them a charming smile, swiped their items, got the money, and sent them off on their way. That was how his days went, and then he would return home. His apartment wasn't exactly shabby, but it wasn't too far from it. It had a kitchen, a living room, a bathroom, and two rooms (his and the guest bedroom). That was about all it could fit, though, and it wasn't too expensive. Jori didn't need a house, nor a fancy apartment. He just needed some place to live in, and his apartment suited such purposes. Besides, the money he saved on renting a cheap apartment went towards luxuries such a cable and decent furniture. Still, it wasn't a lot. He did only work in a grocery store (though hints of a promotion were lingering in the future).
That night after work, when he laid in bed feeling like he was missing something, he realized that he too needed something that could be unatainable. Companionship. Now, this wasn't necessarily a woman, a potential wife. No, he didn't want that. Women were unncessarily bothersome, and he wasn't ready in his life for one. But, he was ready for something like that - a family. His parents were old, and he didn't like clinging to them, and his friends were great, but they weren't family. He could get another pet, sure, but then his cat (which he had snuck into the 'NO PETS ALLOWED' apartment complex) would get upset. He could adopt a kid.
That wasn't a bad idea. He had space, he had money, and he certainly got along well with his friends' kids. He didn't think he'd be that bad of a parent. But, he was single, he lived in an apartment, and his job wasn't the greatest of jobs. He doubted anyone would let him near a kid when he was considering adoption.
Ah well, he'd have to think more on this later. He was tired, and the only way to quench the loneliness that had settled within his heart was to go to bed - and so he did.
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Posted: Wed Apr 16, 2008 3:25 pm
: WHASS THAT YOU SAY? A CABBAGE! : Jori had just came back from the lab, and kicking the door to his apartment open he stumbled in, arms laden with green leaves. Curled almost protectively against his chest was a dark green and immensely huge cabbage. Somehow he had managed to be able to adopt a child, although the way he went about adopting a child, and the child itself was a little... unusual. His child right now was the cabbage (which Jori SWORE weighed twenty odd pounds). He had been well-informed of how to take care of said cabbage so that the leaves of the head of the cabbage would pull back to reveal his child in a few days time. All of this was a little unbelievable in Jori's mind, but he was desperate to have someone to share his life with, to have a kid to raise and teach all the morals he had been taught as a child. It made him giddy with excitement, and for a few minutes he stood in the middle of his apartment, smiling to himself in childish glee.
The weight in his arms soon brought him back to reality, though. He needed to find a good place for the cabbage to sit, and then he needed to give it its water. His blue eyes searched his apartment, and with a satisfactory hum at the sight of a window with some decent sunlight pouring through it, he made his way over to said window to gently place his load in the sunlight. Then he disappeared for a minute or so, back into his room to grab a blanket. Hell, he had no idea why he grabbed a blanket. He just wanted the cabbage to sit on it, because it seemed more secure than a desk or windowsill. Once he had returned to the room, he folded the blanket up and placed it underneath the cabbage.
It was a cabbage, yes, but he was going to do his damned best to take care of it. After spraying the cabbage almost gingerly with some water, he flopped down onto the couch to relax and think. His decision to adopt hadn't came immediately. No, the thought had manifested in his mind some months ago, and it was only a few days ago that he deemed himself worthy of raising a child. The promotion had pulled through, so he had more cash in the bank and in his pockets, and could now get more hours off. Those hours could be spent with his child, and when he had to work, he had friends and even his cousin who could take his kid for a few hours. His life had opened up to allow a kid into it, though that unfortunately meant that he wouldn't be pursuing a love life any time soon. He would be too preoccupied with the kid, and wouldn't have time for a lover. He still didn't desire one anyways. It was going to be him and the kid, and for some reason that made him insanely happy.
Once again he began to drip off into his dream world, at least until he heard a disgruntled 'mrrrooowww'. He cracked an eye open, and that eye widened in shock as his orange tabby jumped onto the desk and irritably clawed at the cabbage. "MR. KITTEN!" Jori shot up off of the couch, and with a startled "MROWR!" and hiss his cat jumped off of the desk and darted away into the kitchen. He went in pursuit of his feline friend, but Mr. Kitten had managed to hide himself away. The cat was almost always grumpy, and apparently didn't like the appeal of a cabbage sitting in the sunlight that the cat could bathe in.
Apparently Jori was going to have some issues on his hands. But, that was life, and right now he considered his life to be going in a better direction than it ever had before.
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Posted: Sun Nov 09, 2008 4:56 pm
: STARE DOWN : It was about six in the evening, enough that Jori could see that it was about to get dark - and so he turned to the toddler in the high chair, thinking about how he was going to put this without one of their more renowned 'arguements'. Dei was busy eating an assortment of oat cereal (without the milk), and bananas, which seemed to be his favored food. But, still, he was more of playing with it than eating it. The slices of banana was rolled around on the tray, pieces of oat sticking to them as Dei smashed them against the tray. It was a mess, but Jori didn't have it in him to tell his son to eat his food rather than play with it. Dei had never been much of an eater, anyways, which meant he had sporadic little meals throughout the day whenever he would whine for it - and less than half of it would actually end in his mouth.
He was a good baby, didn't cry much, but at times he could get outright cranky. But, right now he seemed in a good mood, finally putting a piece of banana in his mouth and sucking on it. The sight could make Jori melt, but then again, he remembered the time and he simply had to do something about it. "Dei-dei done eating?"
His son's red eyes fixed on him, and in response the baby ate his banana piece, and reached for another. He could talk a little, but he just didn't like to. If he did speak up, it was something simple and quick, as if it was too much effort for him when he could just give his dad that little stare with his eyebrows drawn down in a 'no'... which is exactly what he did at that moment. Jori sighed, because he fully expected that Dei knew what was coming.
"Dei-dei, it's bed -"
"No."
A defiant look came upon the young boy's face, lower lips pulling into a critical frown. "Aren't you tired?"
"No."
"All right, we'll watch a movie." Dei still looked hard at his father, perhaps thinking it was too good to be true. But, he let his dad move the tray out of the way and pick him up in his arms. That was as good a sign as any. So, Jori took him into the bedroom, switching on the television before climbing onto the bed. He leaned back so he could rest against the headboard, pulling Dei between his legs so the young boy could rest against his stomach. With the remote in hand he flipped through the channels until he could find some re-runs of Teletubbies (Dei was oddly interested in the sweet-voiced aliens).
A little smile graced Dei's features, the boy giggling excitedly as the little baby-faced sun rose up over the hills. By the time the show was over, Dei was still wide awake, and Jori was admittedly getting a little frustrated. "You sleepy?"
"No. Tubbies."
It was about two hours later when Dei finally passed out in his father's arms - but it was highly likely that Jori had fallen asleep first.
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