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 Posted: Sat Oct 15, 2005 6:57 pm
 [ruka]
So the other day I had entered a raffle for an Eden. I'd wanted one ever since Dulcea showed me Teagan, and I figured: why not? I was certain I'd lose. I mean, I never win anything.
Rarely, in any case...
And then I sign on the next day, my hopes up, and scroll through the pages of posts to get to the winners. "Don't get too excited," I kept telling myself: "There's no way you'll win. You only have one ticket out of over two-hundred!"
Naturally, I was all ready to pout and go on with my life.
But THERE IT WAS! My name, in the fateful THIRD SLOT! I nearly passed out on the spot.
And now here I am! Sitting at the computer with this wonderful leaf laying beside me on my wacom. It isn't moving much, which worries me slightly because everyone else's journals have theirs floating about and wig'ling and buzzing, but Mort just sort of lays there.
It makes me doubt it slightly that a child could come from a leaf. A planted leaf.
I mean, don't you need to have a stem to germanate? I've never seen leaves grow roots before, only branches and such.
Still, I can't help but be excited. I haven't met most of the other Eden owners yet, but I'm sure they're nice. I hope Mort gets along with them.
...I don't think that'll be hard though, seeing as he's...you know...a leaf.
note: drop off a present for Tea later.
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Posted: Tue Oct 18, 2005 6:05 pm
[a romp] It wasn't so much a dull day as an uneventfull, sarcastic, mildly cynical one, and M (the name which Ruka was called by family and used as a vaguely anonymous signature) had spent the entire day taking walks. Mort had taken it upon himself to accompany him (which had surprised M greatly; finding the leaf nestled comfortably [?...seemingly so, anyway] between the pages of his sketchbook after a quick trip to the bathroom before heading out) and the both of them had enjoyed the mildly chilly but altogether pleasant weather.
This was about the fourth or fifth day M had spent in the company of the sedantry leaf. Wiggling about like mad as the other leaves had done (M spent some time scrolling through a couple journals) wasn't on Mort's agenda. He either enjoyed naps or just wasn't much of a jumpy [stirke]person leaf. - Did leaves take naps? - M sometimes found himself wondering if the leaf was just a regular leaf, but this idea was regularly nudged out of his mind by the little things - its turning up in a place where it definately wasn't before, that incessant wish to speak to it as if it were a regular human being that kept prodding M in his subconscious, and especially the odd sort of...aura of emotions that it gave off. It was very obvious to the boy when Mort was unhappy.
Naturally - he supposed it was naturally, anyway - M often had long conversations with the bit of foliage. In fact, as they'd walked at their leisure through a park near M's appartment, they had a rather one sided but surprisingly in-depth conversation about Oscar Wilde's dramas.
Spending hours sitting in the park and doodling whatever came to mind wasn't very uncommon, either, for M. Having Mort there just made it so much more pleasant. It was like being alone, but in company. Alone but not lonely, if you will. Strange stares from passersby had to be ignored at regular intervals, of course. People look at you funny when you're sitting there doodling on the paper while watching the clouds and having a literary conversation with a bit of tree.
A lot of people would have said it was a day put to waste. M and Mort, however, upon returning home six some-odd hours later, would have to disagree and say that it was a very relaxing day of bonding (more or less) and that they were looking forward to do it again.
Tomorrow?
M would do something active.
an incomplete, offhanded doodle featuring wesley the lllama
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Posted: Sat Oct 22, 2005 5:05 pm
[ruka] october 22, 2oo5
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I tried to post before, but aparently today is The Day My Mac Betrays Me, and the post is forever lost to the rabid gigabyte-hungry vortex that is the World Wide Web.
Anyway, the eaten post, sumarized and compressed, is this:
Mort likes TO DANCE TO THE BEATLES and is in fact WITH UNDENIABLE PROOF (unless ghostly winds do indeed exist in shut-up little apartment bedrooms) a living being and I can'twaituntilhebecomesaboy because he'll be so cool and I'll make him read Douglas Adams books because he was a genius and will feed him all the best chocolates and teach him piano and guitar and violin and we'll be best friends!
...I just wish I knew how to play piano....
BUT IT IS UNIMPORTANT BECAUSE SOON HE'LL BE A LIVING BREATHING PERSON AND IT'LL BE SO EXCITING!Well, actually, soon he'll be a leaf in a pot and THEN he'll be a living breathing person, but I digress...My iMac is being retarded D: WHY DO YOU FORESAKE ME SO?!11 I LOVEDED YOOUUU!!! DEEP THOUGHTTTTT!
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Posted: Sun Oct 23, 2005 12:56 pm
Tyyne sighed as she moved up to the door and delivered a letter, a package of soil and the usual orange flowerpot. Somehow she still couldn't get why there were weeks without leaves and then they came out of sudden and Lena made her go around so often. Anyway she was quite excited what this leaf was about, because it hadn't made anything special so far.A letter from Eden
Dear Ruka-Kins,
I'm Lena from Eden Project, do you remember ? It's probably time for you to plant your leaf, because we experienced that it will help your little one to grow. They gather strength through the process.
We debated on the kind of your Eden, but until now we still don't have a clue. It's only that we can suggest that it has to do with Halloween somehow, because of the other two leaves that came out of sudden as well.
I hope you enjoy your time with it and feel free to visit us and talk to other Eden owners.
Have a nice day
~Lena
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Posted: Wed Oct 26, 2005 6:24 pm
[oops...] It wasn't his fault...not really.
M stared quietly at the object sitting on the low coffee table before him. It looked ominously immoble. Mort sat as well as a leaf could sit on a pillow next to M.
He didn't /see/ it, after all...it was cold, and he was wearing that really nice cozy hat that went over his eyes a bit. And he was carrying like...fifty pounds in books-and-leaf...the door wouldn't lock. And then the wind was real gusty, and there were all these fliers from the college-guy-next-door's Save the Rhino sponsored party shooting around like mad and distracting him.
It wasn't that bad, though. It was fine. Yes, he reasured himself, it was all. good.
It could still hold the dirt and stuff...it was just sort of...cracked a little bit. And sort of chipped at one part.
If he was real careful, it would all be good.
"It's fine." He said aloud, furrowing his brow in a willful way at the orange and slightly disfigured flower pot overpowering the small decorative plastic plant he'd bought at Sears. "It's fine."
This last bit was directed more toward the plant on the pillow, whose stem twitched ever so slightly in a noncommital sort of way. M frowned.
"You don't help," he announced dejectedly and sank back into his couch.
This event brought a lot of ominous thoughts to mind. Did leaves not develop properly if the pot was cracked? Did it matter at all? Would Mort be horrifically disfigured because of this?! He hadn't even been 'BORN' yet, and M was already being a horrible father!
"Oh, god," he sighed, looking up at the ceiling for help. A couple dried paint drips hung ominously in mid-drop, frozen forever. Or at least until someone flaked them off. It helped none. Maybe he should just ask for a new pot.
Then again, he didn't want to push it...
"I think...I think I might take the chance with it." He decided finally, "I mean, it's just a flower pot...it can't be too important if it's a little chipped....a little..."
He glanced sideways at the leaf. It did the most leaf-like thing it could and didn't move at all.
"Plus this way, you can find something to resent me for early on, so you won't have to search too hard later on," M grinned weakly. The leaf didn't do anything again. The grin turned itself upside down. "Oh, god." He repeated.
It was times like this that M wished that he had someone to give him headrubs. You know, a person who knows all the right places to scratch, like behind his ears, and do that massagy-thing with one hand where his neck meets his head. He bit his lip and sighed.
"Might as well get it over with," he said to no one in particular. Though mostly to himself. He hoped it would motivate him to get up.
Another ten minutes passed before he could gain full, conscious control of his limbs and pull the pot to him. He took the bag out of the inside and, after some struggle, managed to rip the plastic (getting some earth and plantfood on his new jeans. Sigh.) He tipped the bag into the pot until it was about three-fourths full, picked up Mort, and put him carefully into a space he had made in the middle, then added in a bit more of the contents of the bag and patted it around the leaf.
He hoped he did this right.
He didn't normally go around planting leaves.
"Are you comfy...?"
Mort seemed, actually, rather content.
"At least you don't mind much..." He heaved a large (and slightly overdone,) worldweary sigh and colapsed back onto the couch again, observing the plant silently.
He couldn't do much else, he supposed.
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Posted: Thu Nov 10, 2005 10:25 pm
[ruka] november 2, 2oo5
Halloween was awesome! I went as a gypsy sort of person and I got Mort a wig which I put around the back of the pot and let him wear my circley sunglasses and painted on a nose and mouth and he went as John Lennon >D. It was the most adorable thing. As adorable as a plant can get, in any case. We scared the trick-or-treaters at my Improv class. BUHAHAHAHAHA.
The whole being cracked thing isn't bothering Mort at all, which is raising my hopes...He still thuroughly enjoys the Beatles. He does not, on the other hand, enjoy Mari, who came to visit last week - he complained that Granny was attempting to get him to stop smoking as some sort of experiment and stated very firmly that 'he wouldn't stand for it' and that 'he had a right to smoke whatever he wanted' especially since it has no bad side effects for him; only the good ones.
I guess he's right...Either way, I don't want him puffing around Mort. I mean, he isn't even born yet. When a mother smokes and drinks while pregnant it leads to birth defects! This is practically the same thing! I don't want Mort to be defective. I want the best for him.
Anyway, I left him with Mari for a little while when I went grocery shopping (it's a bit of a bother lugging around a huge pot along with three bags of groceries and a watermellon. Perhaps I should invest in one of those little cart things. Or a wagon.) When I came back, Mort was completely distraught, all wriggling about and such while Mari sat on the complete other side of the room, puffing at a joint and glaring at the leaf as if it had commited unforgivable sacrilige.
Neither had anything to say when I asked what had happened, though I chanced to hear Mari grumble "Fresh little sonnovabitch" under his breath as he went to steal my bedroom from me.
Talk about fresh.
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Posted: Thu Nov 10, 2005 10:51 pm
[ruka] november 7, 2oo5
Jethro Tull apparently depresses Mort most dramatically. Too Old To Rock'n'Roll; Too Young To Die came on the radio this morning while I was making myself breakfast and he started sort of convulsing and gave me the impression of an ironically drowning fish.
Don't ask me how he managed to do this - he's a very talented leaf. Remember that whole 'radiating feelings' thing from a few entries before? It's sort of like that.
I personally see nothing wrong with the band...they're pretty creative. A flute in a rock band. Fahahaha...
Sort of depressing that they won the first Rock'n'Roll Grammy though.....I mean, really. What sort of retards were on the judges council?
I can't wait until Mort's a little boy - This is so exciting!
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Posted: Sat Nov 26, 2005 3:47 am
As you turn on the rock music once again the leaf starts to vibrate slightly and wiggles inside the soil. Quickly it starts to flicker like an orange discolight and it's movement become faster. What's happening to the little one ?
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Posted: Sat Nov 26, 2005 4:28 pm
[OH EM GEEEE!11!11ONE] M bobbed his head in time to Apocalyptica's version of From Out of Nowhere. He whistled idly along with the first few chords of cello before accompanying the instrumental with a quiet bit of lyric under his breath.
"...stirring the calm, you splash me with beauty and pull me down," He half sang half spoke under his breath, turning a page in a SammyAshe guitar catalogue that had just come in the mail, offhandedly. It wasn't until the light caught his eye, in the midst of admiring a rather flashy Telecaster that cost more than most of his furniture, that he looked up and nearly fell off his sofa.
Actually, he did fall off his sofa.
"Holy mmph!" He tried, though was interrupted by the floor. Quickly, he sat up again to stare in disbelief at the glowing, vibrating leaf. "Mort?" He questioned, reaching out cautiously and pulling the pot tentatively closer to himself.
"Alright...," M said finally, after a short moment or so of studying the foliage thoughtfully. "As I figure it, you are either spontaniously combusting or growing....but seeing as I've never been a witness of either, I can't be certain..." He trailed off and frowned.
"Don't be anything bad, alright?" He added with a slight hint of worry in his voice, furrowing his brow and staring intently down at the potted leaf.
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Posted: Sat Nov 26, 2005 4:37 pm
Now it seems like the leaf is actually dancing to the music whereas the glow intensifies. The whole room is dipped into an orange colour and suddenly you're able to smell pumpkin aroma everywhere. But what's that ? It looks like the pot now finally breaks into pieces !
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Posted: Sat Nov 26, 2005 5:02 pm
[me eye!] "Fugh!-"
M, it seems, had been staring so intently that he had not at all expected the shattering of the pot and, consiquentally, got a rather healthy amount of fertilizer in his eye.
"Waittt!" He half yelled, half whined, rubbing at his eye futily. "Wait wait wait! Don't do anything interesting yet, I want to seee!"
In all the excitement, any common sense M may have at one point posessed hid itself in a drawer and waited for everything to be done with, leaving poor M to pick at his eye with not much success.
"Owww! D:"
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Posted: Sun Nov 27, 2005 3:59 am
The leaf doesn't seem to care about the incident and just continued rocking and shaking. The crack inside the pot just grew wider and wider and a high pitched scream asounds as the pot breaks, the glow intensifies and you're not able to see the leaf for a moment.
As the light fades out a small toddler is sitting besides the shattered pot and looks at you.
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Posted: Sun Dec 04, 2005 7:37 am
 ((Tell me if I've interrupted anything and this'll be deleted))
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Posted: Sun Feb 12, 2006 2:08 pm
[mort] february 12, 2oo6
M says that I should write a lot because writing makes you smart or something.
I think it's silly. I like reading more than writing. And more than both these things I like music and snowball fights, 'cause that's what we've been doing all day and I have snow in my hair and my pants are all wet and so is my shirt, so now I have to go take a hot bath so's I don't get sick and then I get hot cocoa which is the best thing IN THE WORLD YAY!
Now I'm just gunna doodle so it looks like I'm writing and M won't say stuff like "I thought you were gunna write bluhbluhhbahahahbahelrkjf"
[two pages of stick figure drawings of various things, including John Lennon, Robert Smith and Abe Lincon.]
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Posted: Mon Apr 03, 2006 7:27 pm
[ruka] april 3, 2oo6
I have returned from vacation.
Figurative vacation.
School and all that, you know. Balancing children and school is rather difficult. Thankfully, Mort isn't a handfull.
Most times.
He has his moments. But he likes to sleep during the day, which is when my classes are.
Still, he's a bit of a bother at night, he's constantly grumbling at me that he's bored and whenever I suggest something he says he doesn't like it and starts to cry. Children.
He does rather like to draw with crayons, though, and to run. He runs a lot in circles around the carpet - it's all rather comical. I don't know why he does, he is, after all, a pum'kin, and pum'kins are pretty sedentary. He only runs at night, though, or when he's snuck candy from the kitchen; he's good at sneaking things from the kitchen, little theif. Odd thing, him. He seems to be getting along well, however, even with the...uh...the rather unfortunate crack on his head. For which I hope every night he will not resent me, I really do.
Oh well.
I want to take him somewhere to hang out with kids his own age. He's been cooed by girls from school far too often, it might be going to his head.
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