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 Posted: Mon Dec 19, 2005 7:21 am
 - An RP Entry -Torpid gently prodded at the door until it opened half an inch, allowing just enough room for Torpid to see through the crack. Moonlight streamed through the half open window, revealing a darkened ball of light resting in the small bamboon bed besides the window. Albert lay there, covered in a twisted mass of blankets, sound asleep. His gentle breathings are just barely audiable. In and out, in and out. Torpid, having seen with his own eyes that his Wethkin puff was unharmed and well, was satisfied and shuffled off once again to bed. "Maybe I'm worrying too much," Torpid mumbled to himself. That was indeed the case: for several nights in a row now, Torpid had been waking up in the middle of the night to check ok Albert. This, as Torpid himself had suspected, was unneccessary. The noise he head everytime was always the wind outside, rustling some leaves, or night birds singing; however, these, combined with Torpid's over imaginative brain, often turned, in the mind of Torpid, into wild kidnapping attempts of Albert by monkeys or something similarly bizaare. Torpid suspected that his days of worries where just beginning. Albert had proven, in a very short amount of time, to be quite mischevious. He was a baby, after all, and Torpid did his best to tolerate this and look after his Wethkin puff. "Who knew looking after a Wethkin puff could be so hard?" Torpid smiled helplessly to himself. The boy slipped noiselessly into bed, covering himself to the chin. He thought for a few more minutes on the unexpected joy Albert, the Wethkin larva puff, and brought upon his life before dreamland. Yes, perhaps this worry was justified; the little Wethkin, although still a baby, had enlightened Torpid so much and made him smile everyday. He would do anything to protect it from harm.
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Posted: Mon Dec 19, 2005 8:44 am
- An RP Entry - A delightful grin spread across Albert's face as he hurriedly dipped his spoon into the bowl of ice cream for another scoop. Chocolate smears were already appearing on Albert's cheek and hands; he was most definately a messy eater. However, neither Albert nor Torpid seemed to mind the mess that was being created this very minute: Albert was busy stuffing more ice cream into his mouth; Torpid, on the other hand, was grinning from ear to ear, watching his Wethkin puff. "Barbar," Albert babbled with a mouthful of ice cream, "what's this, Topa?" "It's ice cream, dear" Torpid replied, still smiling at Albert, "don't eat too much now, or you'll get a headache soon." "ithe cream?" Albert imitated the strange, new word, "'s good!" Albert smiled and stuffed more of the sweet, cold, mush into his mouth. Torpid continued to warn Albert of the uncomfortable headaches that would follow if he kept downing ice cream at this speed, but to no avail. The little Wethkin child was firmly addicted to the wonderful taste of chocolate ice cream now. "Have some?" Albert looked up mid scoop to offer Torpid the remained of what was a full carton of chocolate ice cream. He smiled sweetly. "That's ok, little guy" Torpid patted Albert on the head and popped some more Lucky Charm cereal pieces into his mouth, "it's all yours." That probably wasn't the wisest thing to do, considering that so much ice cream would only made the little Wethkin puff have a terrible headache. But Torpid thought he'd indulge Albert this time; it was, after all, his first time eating ice cream. There would be times in the future to learn from past mistakes; that was, after all, what growing up was all about. Albert, still completely unaware of what his guardian was thinking, reached into the ice cream carton for another scoop. His little brain was simutaneously thinking something else... life is sooo good!
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Posted: Fri Jan 20, 2006 5:37 pm
- An RP Entry - Albert swayed gently as the music filled the room. Light wisps of wind circled about the little Wethkin, lifting up the few pieces of scrap paper that happened to be near by. Albert's large eyes blinked a few times; curiously taking in with his ears the music that was filtering out the strange black box before him. It was a radio, an old beat down radio, but a radio none the less. And now it was put to good use, cranking out gentle hula music in this ancient speakers. Albert had found this interesting machine stored away in the storage room under a file of ole rugs. He had painstakingly dragged it into the living room, plugged it in, and somehow managed to get it working all in a single morning's time. Torpid was out on business again, and Albert again found himself the king of the castle. Queezle ad Bokwus were slumbering away, and even if they weren't, Albert couldn't possibly have had as much fun with them as he was having now with the old radio. A few minutes later, the gentle Hula music faded away and a perky announcer's voice filled the room. and now... more music on KRAU.Albert patiently waited for the announcer to finish all of it's ramblings about sponsors, contests, and other nonsence; he did not like talking, he liked music. Once again music filled the room, but not hula music. The noises that came blarring out of the radio this time was disco music. It was loud, it was fast; Albert was not sure if he liked it. The music continued to filled the room and Albert smiled after a few seconds of the loud, ranbunctious music. It looks like the little Wethkin liked it after all. Soon he was all over the place, bumping into drawers, walls, and picture frames as he continued his crazy dance around the room. The papers continued their dance too, simutaneously with Albert; his wind currents had gotten stronger, as the music was not Disco and not hula. Albert soon caught on to the beat, and swung around as the disco music rocked the house. As Albert continued to dance the afternoon away, it was becoming more and more obvious: the little guy had a passion for music. It was official now: the radio was fastly becoming Albert's best friend. He was ok on disco and techno. He loved hula and classical. and he was still trying to figure R&B and rap. But there's plenty of time... Torpid won't been coming home for at least a couple of days.
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Posted: Sun Feb 19, 2006 7:03 am
- An RP Entry - Tiptoeing quietly into the room, Torpid could just glimpse a tiny sparkle under the pile of bed sheets, blankets, and pillows: Albert. He could see that he was trying his best to be still, but rumbles of wind still rolled through the mess every once in a while. Albert peeked out carefully from his hiding place and spied Torpid; he immediately ducked down again and striffled a giggle. Torpid pretended not to see and smiled. "I'm going to find you!" Torpid said in mock seriousness as he used his hands to feel through the pile of material. Deliberately missing Albert, Torpid sign and said loudly, "Wow! my Albert has become quite the hide and seek champion." Albert beemed with pride under the layers of sheets as a wide grin crept across his face. He giggled quietly and waited for Torpid to leave. Just at that moment, a blanket flew directly into Albert's face, causing him to jump back in surprise. He fought it furiously, and finally succeeded in subdueing it. Albert trambled on top of the blanket triumphantly; all of a sudden, he stopped. Oh no... a sneeze was coming on. Albert had learned, through experience (as we all do), all about the sneeze. He knows that they always come at the most inconvient times and the more you don't want it to itch, the more it itches. 'and you also might sneeze your brain out,' Torpid had also told him with a wink. Oh no... Albert thought silently, must not sneeze, must not sneeze.... He was well aware that Torpid was still within the room and he could very well loose his victory if he caved in. Unbeknownest to him, Torpid was watching every slight movement of the pile of bed sheets and blankets with a raised eyebrow: he had no idea what Albert was doing. Soon the inevitable came. "Achoo!" Albert sneezed with vigor. A wave of wind rippled through the pile, sending bed sheets and blankets flying across the room. "There you are!" Albert heard Torpid's voice as his guardian strolled over from across the room. "Looks like I won!" Torpid grinned and hugged the little Wethkin. "It's not fair!" Albert struggled out of Torpid's embrace and bounced up and down furiously. "I sneezed! It's not fair... re do! re do!" Torpid watched his little buddy's rambuncious dance across the room, with hands waving and body swinging. "But I'm tired," Torpid said, He never knew that playing hide and seek with Albert could be so tiring. "No no!" Albert shook his head admantly, "do over! do over! I wanna win!" "How about we have ice cream instead?" Torpid suggested. Albert pondered for awhile, and then a sheepish grin crossed his face, "okay!" And the duo walked down stairs into the kitchen, leaving the mess in the bedroom to be cleaned up later.
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