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 Posted: Mon Jun 30, 2008 9:38 pm
Shin got out of work, the day feeling late though it was only just the afternoon. He was wearing a grey button long sleeved jacket, the kind of button jacket that you needed to fold over the fabrics to button right. He had on a long grey skirt that reached to almost touching his shoes. The jacket had a turtle neck that was long enough to cover his own slender neck. He had on black lipsticks with touches of dark shimmering blue and dark eye shadows around the eyes. Eye contacts of the day? A dark stormy blue mixed with ice blues and deep greys. Under the grey jacket was a black long sleeved silk shirt that covered his hands. Under his skirt was a skirt longer and made of the same silk black material, only it had layers under it that was also black. Was there a beautiful dress under the grey? Why would he hide it? Along with the rest of his skin. Black nylons donned his legs, Black gloves covering his hands and nearly flat heeled dress up shoes where on his feet. Maybe he was just covering himself. He walked away from the tall stuffy building with a frown. He hated it, how others in there talked about him. Even if he made more then anyone who worked there that didn't matter. They hired him for his skills in creating innovative web pages that took little space, looked nice and had all the information at easy to reach access. But that didn't matter. Then again he wasn't sure if he was upset about how everyone talked about him in that building or what his boyfriend had done last night. Then again, what right did he have to be angry? It was his own fault by being this way. It was his own fault for dressing up. It was his own fault for trying to look beautiful. Maybe he should start dressing like a man. He would stop doing whatever he did to his hair to make it how it was but he had stopped years ago, this was now just a natural blend his hair made by now. So he continued walking. The sun shimmered its rays everywhere, the wing played with his hair. Foot steps continued against the street with quiet smooth sounds. Whoever said money could by everything was an ignorant idiot. A fool. He felt alone. Last time he had seen Marie had been at the skating rink and that seemed to have left them at some sort of bad terms, hadn't it? Well he hoped not bad but not at the best. It wasn't good, he knew that. He just wanted to go to the bakery and get some sort of chocolate cake to sooth everything down. Chocolates could always help him when there was nobody around. Poems where written only none looked. Not at something from him. Once he finally got to the small bakery he slowed down, opening the front door then going inside.
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Posted: Thu Apr 30, 2009 10:26 am
Frankie was still shell-shocked, as could be understood when you were suddenly struck with an invariably life-altering experience. She held Torrence on her hip as the dregs of her motherly instincts told her to, and he contented himself in looking around and nibbling on his own thumb. Her rather brightly-colored shoulder bag was stuffed with job applications among the usual brickabrack. Frankie herself had been forced to dress "nicely" in a button-up lavender blouse and a pair of khakis. She didn't want any future employers to judge her on appearance, as so many often did. Her bag and afro were all that was left of her usual style.
Considering that Audley had been the cause of all of this bull, she felt entitled to a job or, at the very least, him humoring her through an application. As she approached, though, the pleasant smells denied her any further thoughts on application and she was drawn in by the nose. She was just behind a rather effeminate-looking man (when you were frequently stalked by otaku and studied Japan, you grew to know androgyny's true face) and gave him a weak, faltering little smile before shuffling up behind him at the counter. No cutsies, and whatnot. She could hear Torri snuffling lightly by hear ear. Ah, yes, a boy after her own heart.
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Posted: Fri May 01, 2009 5:59 pm
Shin started to walk over towards the counter, his stormy colored eyes looking over all the sweets displayed. What should he pick? He wanted something sweet, unbearably sweet. To ripple through him and make him forget things if even just for a little bit. One set of sweets caught his attention especially though. A taro cheesecake. Taro, a root that grew in japan. He couldn't help but to feel a bit homesick when he saw it. But it wasn't for Japan, rather it was for his mother. She whom had worked so very hard for his sake. "Okasan.." he whispered quietly to himself. As much as he left Japan to try to forget, one couldn't forget. If only he had grown successful before she had passed on, then he could have gotten her the correct medical treatment. He could have given her a fighting chance and taken care of her. So he bought the entire taro cheese cake, and a piece of black forest cake to eat in the shop rather then to cart it home for later like he would the other. Chocolate was what he needed right now and nothing was more blasting then dark chocolate, creme, and cherries all put together. It was the flavor he needed to forget the night before, the pain that still lingered within his skin and flesh.
So he bought them, along with some fudge dipped mint cookies, and a piece of chocolate pie. So he walked over to one of the tables when he finished buying those and sat down. From his bag he took out cans of green tea then let out a sigh. Why did he feel urged to dress like a women so much? He really was terrible. It wasn't right at all, it was not something a man should wear. It wasn't like he wanted to physically be a women, because he didn't. Physically he wanted to remain a man, to keep those parts of him. But at the same time he did want to be a women, to dress as one and to have manors of a proper lady. He also wanted to be a mother figure and raise a child, to do the work in raising a child and teach them right from wrong. To see them grow and feel free to be themselves but at the same time unafraid to learn other things. Would he be a good mother if he was allowed to be one? He wasn't sure but he did know he wasn't allowed to adopt. So what could he do? Open the can of green tea he had taken out and start eating the piece of black forest cake was what he could do. So he opened the tea and started to look around with his big eyes. Something did catch his attention though.
He didn't know that there where real elfs. It didn't freak him out, but it did have him look for a moment. What had him look longer was the child she had with her, not the fact that she wasn't human. She had a child with her, he looked cute.. Was she a mother? He sort of.. envied that..
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Posted: Fri May 01, 2009 6:17 pm
Frankie noted the little Japanese whisper, but otherwise ignored it. People spoke all sorts of languages here, and one who was born in the middle of a wood and adopted by less-than-human parents wasn't really one to judge. She looked over the cases, wondering if Torri might give some childish reach and coo for a sweet. It would be cute and helpful, but of course her child wasn't like the little ones in the movies. She decided on something they cold share. Strawberry shortcake! She wandered off toward the back tables and, finding none empty, perched in a chair a few seats away from the white-haired man. She was trying to be polite, or at least as polite as she could muster. Torri sat on her lap, looking at the sweet. She plucked a bit of strawberry from the top and held it against one side of his lips. He took it and chewed with his few teeth, giving a weak smile that disappeared just as soon as it had come. it was a comfort to her either way, and she smiled. She began in with her fork, and Torri took some whipped cream on a finger to suck on.
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Posted: Wed May 20, 2009 2:37 pm
(( lets see if I've gotten good enough to post in rps I need to think in again! ))
Shin moved the fork over the creme covered with dark chocolate, trying to keep his attention off of the person. Wasn't it rude to stare? But somehow he was drawn to look again. It had nothing to do with her looks though- despite her not being human in a world where fantasy was a thing that remained in books. But he wasn't the type to get stuck on such details. No the details he was stuck on was her with the child.. how they interacted. If only.. If only.. "I want to be a mother too..." He spoke quietly to himself, eyes looking away once again. He had to stop looking, it wasn't the only mother he ever spotted in the world. Still, the child was so adorable! He wanted to be one too! A mother. To take in all the work it took in raising one, so he could be part of someones life. He could be an important thing that helps them to grow to their greatest potential. To care for an innocent life and watch them learn and grow, depend on you, cling to you and yet.. slowly loosen their grip on the fabric. Though now his fingers where back to the fork and cake as he put a bite of the cake in to his mouth his mind was still elsewhere, until the cakes flavor took his mind away from it.
(( I DID IT! ))
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Posted: Thu May 21, 2009 1:18 pm
Frankie shook her head, chewing and swallowing before she spoke.
"No you don't," he said, her sensitive ears having picked up the young man's words, "I mean, sometimes it's nice. Sometimes you feel like you're on top of the world. Most of the time it's just...hard. Nothing I've ever seen has done it any justice." She wiped her now-sticky finger on her pants as Torri smackily chewed.
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Posted: Fri May 22, 2009 12:21 am
Shin looked over, his eyes with their stormy colored looked over at the unique women. His expression was surprised, but only that she had actually herd and responded to him. He wasn't really use to anyone paying that much attention to him to hear him speaking quietly a table away. But she had herd, and even responded. But.. she didn't understand. That was because she didn't know him though, so it was alright. His large eyes looked to her and he put the fork down. Swallowing the bite of cake that was in his mouth down it was only after that did he respond. "I do want to be a mother, and.. I think we both know its harder then you made it sound." That's right, an entire life depending on you. Even if he was a boy he still wanted to be a mother. He wanted to..
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Posted: Fri May 22, 2009 9:54 am
Frankie just shrugged. To each their own! Her parents had clearly desperately wanted a daughter, while she really had been impartial to children her whole life. That was how the story went, though. Accidents led to babies, whether sex was involved or not.
"It's...not really hard. It's stressful, sure. Sometimes frustrating, but not really hard. It's like...babysitting all the time. It's kinda nice." The young woman would gladly admit that she had fun with her little boy and didn't want to give him up. That didn't mean, however, that she had ever wanted to be a mother.
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Posted: Sat May 23, 2009 9:17 pm
Shin shook his head. That person acted as if.. they hadn't had the child for that long. Was that strange? Maybe he was over thinking it. Not maybe, he over thought everything. Questioning every tiny thought before speaking it. Every word of his own was under scrutiny. Should he speak? Well, they were talking to him so that meant he should. "It is really hard. An entire life depending on you. When they're a baby they depend on you so much its hard to get any rest at all. You have to be careful on how much they drink and what they drink. Learning what foods are appropriate when so they may develop healthy. Figuring out how to teach them what, getting them to talk, walk, start speaking in sentences. Develop social skills. A mother has to make sure they can do all those things so as to help the child become or do what they want to in life." His own birth had made his mother physically weak and she had never fully regained her health after. She had worked so hard, did so much, and had sacrificed all extra and any money for him rather then herself. She had paid for him to go to collage and before he could even try to repay her and get her the treatment she had needed the woman had died.
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Posted: Sun May 24, 2009 8:28 am
Frankie kissed the top of Torri's head and he looked up at her, chewing on another strawberry. She took a bite of cake and chewed and swallowed before speaking again.
"Sure. I mean, there's all that stuff, but it's not...hard, perse. Not really. Maternal instinct helps." Torri grabbed one of her fingers and wouldn't let go. Hrm. She simply began eating with her left hand.
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Posted: Sat May 30, 2009 8:59 pm
Shin gave her an expression. Did she take being a mother seriously? Somehow it really didn't seem like she had years of experience. She acted like.. she hadn't had a kid for long at all. But the child wasn't a baby so obviously she had it for awhile. Saying something would be rude but saying nothing would be rude as well. So what should he do? Should he ask? Maybe it would be better if he did, then perhaps all the questions would stop themselves. At the same time it might made him more confused though. "How long have you had that child for?"
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Posted: Sun May 31, 2009 7:40 am
Frankie looked down at Tori and bounced him. He looked up to her with a look of 'what, mom?' before turning back to his sweet, sticky fingers.
"I dunno. About a month? You wouldn't believe me if I told you where he'd come from."
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Posted: Sun May 31, 2009 5:42 pm
Shin smiled a bit. "That explains it then." She hadn't had that much time with the child. Because she hadn't had them for a long period it was easy to see why they thought it was so easy. "You don't know what a person will believe until you try." Though in the end wasn't that a bit preachy for him? A person that over thought every detail of everything he spoke. Someone who thought more then twice as much as actually speaking or more then twice as much. His mind was always filled with doubts and counters. There was a lot he never tried or spoke of and there would be a lot more in the future, he knew this to be true. "Its easy to say its not that hard when you have only had a child that long.. Some people can't handle it but instead of giving their children up for adoption they abuse or kill them. Some can afford it but lack the time or the mental capacity so do those those things anyway. With my mother she wasn't physically fit, after she had me she became physically weak and never recovered. Because of that my father divorced her and moved back to his home country. She raised me without anyones help and used all the energy and money she could. Its because of her I could go to collage and become a successful person but by the time I could do anything to repay her she had already passed out. Though she wasn't physically capable of raising me she did, it costed her her life in the end but I know it made her so happy to see me grow up so in the end that didn't matter to her. But it mattered to me that she went through so much hardship. Its because of that I want to be a mother." That's right, not everyone was capable, and some that where didn't want to. A lot of people don't want to loose anything or give anything up for the sake of another life. Some can't take such a responsibility.
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Posted: Mon Jun 01, 2009 10:10 am
That was the last straw. Frankie rolled her eyes, took her cake, and stood.
"You can think whatever ya want, ya fruity little b*****d. God help any kid you end up with." And off she went, Torri cooing as they left the bakery to finish their snack in the park.
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Posted: Tue Jun 02, 2009 12:14 pm
"Have a good day miss, I hope my words didn't offend you."
Shin didn't make a retort. He didn't pursue her ether though. He wasn't the spiteful type, or someone with a temper. His tone had been the normal calm feminine voice of his and without a single hint of dislike, anger, or hurt from the words. Though just because he wasn't mad didn't mean he regretted saying what he had, because he said nothing but the truth. That person could think what she wanted, she wasn't the only one and she wouldn't be the last one to speak badly of him. It was easy to do that of him after all. So he turned back to his own piece of black forest cake.
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