|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
 Posted: Fri May 22, 2009 8:07 pm
xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxii[ ✔ ] - Entry One
xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxMidnight Meeting
Dreamer stared at the little silver book in front of her, not exactly knowing if it would help. Martha had gone book shopping with her the day before, in hopes to find one of those appointment books. Obviously, she`d picked one that could easily fit into her purse and one that looked like stainless steel. She`d also spent a small fortune on books to fill her ever growing library in her living room, then she`d gone shopping with Martha. The old couple was soon becoming her closes family she had, even though she was older then both of them; there was just something about them that made them look like parents to her. The couple never had any children, and Dreamer thought she was probably the closes thing to a child, she required as much attention as one. Then they'd gone to eat at a restaurant up town, Martha had taken the book from her and wrote down Dreamer's appointments for the next few days and she'd easily filled the days. Every Saturday, she had two hours of cooking classes with Martha, the woman had forced the class on her and though it would probably make her life much easier.
It was still quite early in the morning, she gotten up at six in the morning like every other morning, showered and dressed. By the time she had gotten to her breakfast, it was a little past eight. Nine would be rolling in soon and her day would begin with her first priority of the day; a small gathering of a few noble woman that always happened on Wednesdays. She felt rather snotty going, but if she didn't want to get shunned by the whole community she still had to get slightly involved. Grabbing her purse and book, Dreamer headed out the door.
" Hey Miz Dee. " Dreamer cringed and turned around, giving the teenager a sour smile. Elliot Madison. The only teenager that even remotely lived on her floor, and right next door. Everything he said was twisted in some sort of improper way, he called everyone by their nicknames, and had amusingly managed to piss everyone in the building at least once. " Hello Elliot. " Though soon enough she was turning her back to him and continuing on her way, but Elliot wasn't about to leave her alone, oh no of course not. " My mom said she was gonna attend that thing there, you moms do on Wednesdays. " Dreamer rolled her eyes. " I don't have children... "
" Oh I know you don't and I doubt that dude that's always coming over wants some. So why you allowed to go anyways? "
" Because, I am also an important member of this building. Now why are you following me? "
" Oh mom said you were going and told me to ask you if we could go together. Organizing my eighteenth birthday and all, other mom's got some sexy daughters and stuff. " Dreamer covered her eyes, teenagers were so... " Well, then. I hope you liked walking. " And with that she took on a faster stride, she really didn't want to spend more time then she needed with him. Though she was surprised he could keep up with her stride, she was amused at the fact she was going faster then him in heels. Twenty minutes into their silence, he was opening his mouth and talking away. Dreamer searched her purse twice just to make sure she didn't have any advil on her, this kid was talking more then a TV on a news channel.
The little get together was as always, revolving around a single event and because it was a birthday, Dreamer had to stay a little longer then she'd planned on her schedule. The meeting bored her to death, she really didn't see the point in arguing about the color of the napkins. The mothers had all but finally agreed to all the final arrangements for the birthday, Elliot had barely managed to say a single word in the whole process, knowing full well it was just another party for the woman to call in some of their connections and make future arrangements for their children. Thankfully, she excused herself with the pretense that she was running late for a fundraiser, which she was but she'd rather go home.
The fundraiser was for some lady that had recently opened a bakery, she was quite nice and a relative of a very wealthy family. There were baked goods all over the place, and Dreamer was quite astonished the woman could bake all these. After a few testings that were going around, the real events began. First there was a bake sale, modified to look like an auction. Dreamer was only there for a few recipes, which she even fought for. And as five o clock strolled by, Dreamer left to go to a meeting, which she was late for again. Usually as the day wore on, more appointments had needed to be stuffed together in the evening. And because she had been late for the first one, she was late for all the other ones. Most of the time it was because she had lost track of time, or they kept her in longer.
By the time Dreamer had made it back home, she'd thrown her clothing all over the place and gotten right into her PJ's, her spark which she had carried all day with her in her purse, was on the pillow next to her like every night. It was probably laughing at her from the shaking it was doing, she was so tired. Martha hadn't been a very good appointment maker, she was tired to the bone.
Dropping onto her bed, she crawled over to her usual spot and got under the covers. Cuddling up in her covers and pillows, she layed her head on her pillow. Then she was drifting in wonderland, dreaming about whatever a banshee dreamed of. And then something was dragging her out of her dream world, some sort of nagging feeling. Or well, that feeling that you get when you're walking on that thin line of deep sleep and borderline awakening and then you feel someone starring at you. Dreamer turned and turned, but she still couldn't get ride of it! And then the voice, some strange voice calling out her name, telling her she still had one more appointment to take care of.
"Dreamer... "
She was beginning to stir now, groaning and shifting trying to get away from the stupid voice that was waking her up. Then she felt a someone close to her face and slowly opened her eyes, her sleepy fog dissipating and reveal some sort of face, much to close for comfort. When she finally realized there actually was someone or something in her face, she jumped back and yelped. She hit the floor with a loud thud,and then rolled and groaned.
" My apologize, you still have one more appointment to attend to. " Dreamer got back onto her bed, and looked at the creature. It, or she was sitting on the pillow where her spark should have been. It was a little odd, with its long blond hair, half of a green mask and it was even it a cute little tiny suit. " And you are? " The proto blinked. " You have to name me. " Dreamer passed a hand through her hair and stared down at the purple proto, slightly confused. " You're... You're oh my god! You're my spark, proto, thing! " She got a little closer, inspecting the proto. " You're so cute. " The proto watched Dreamer, a little fearful of what her owner might actually do to her. " But this can be finished tomorrow, I'm really tired. So tomorrow okay? "
The proto nodded, not really sure on what she could keep Dreamer awake anyway, so it settled into the pillow and quietly watched Dreamer close her eyes and then open hem moments later. " Will you stop starring and sleep? " The proto immediately closed her eyes. " As you please. " And that, was the beginning of a soon to be very long and oh so friendly relationship.
|
 |
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
Posted: Tue Jun 23, 2009 1:46 pm
xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxii[ ✔ ] - Entry Two
xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxThe Book Of Names
The proto had not slept all night, instead she's roamed Dreamer's apartment learning as much as she possibly could. Dreamer had books that dated way back, some even in languages the proto couldn't understand. She wondered if Dreamer could read these, she blinked a few times. The proto did a quick scan of the three walls covered in books and moved towards the kitchen. There were a few dishes left about which made her frown lightly, everything else seemed to be quite clean. The proto realized she didn't enjoy her owners choice of colors for this room and moved on to the dinning room. The proto climbed onto on of the chairs and then onto the oak table, and looked around. The dark oak and the velvet emerald material seemed to find balance nicely, and the proto sat down, legs danging on the side of the tap staring around. Well, she likes things to be quite organized. A mental note the proto would keep in mind and use later on. Jumping down to the floor, the proto moved into towards the corridor and slipped back into the master bedroom and then the art room. The large windows over looked the city, the sun was starting to rise throwing colors into the room. The proto wondered if this was why Dreamer kept the walls white, just to see the sunrise blow colors across the walls. Looking up she noticed the small opening Dreamer used to escape from everyone, she would bring the proto up sometimes, she wondered if she would do it again.
Floating back towards the bedroom, the proto climbed onto the bed and sat starring at the digital clock for a few moments. Her memory was working to remember on how to turn the thing off, she knew Dreamer usually ended up throwing the thing to the floor and almost always end up destroying the gadget. Better she just wake up her owner, then deal with a frustrated owner first thing in the morning. The purple proto stared at he clock, without moving an inch until the numbers read 7:00 a.m. then she got up from her sitting position and lightly poked Dreamer on the shoulder. Dreamer groaned and turned away, mumbling a few incoherent words. Frowning lightly, the proto tried again, this time shoving Dreamer a little harder then intended. Dreamer simply rolled onto her stomach and dug her face into her pillow, still not even waking up. Puffing up her chest, the proto leaned onto Dreamer and shoved her right off the bed. Dreamer stood back up straight and narrowed her eyes at the proto who was brushing her hands together at a job well done.
" What is your problem! "
Dreamer growled, grabbing onto the bed to pull herself back on to sit at the edge.
" I said you had one more appointment, it is with me. You are required to name me. It is also seven o' clock which is your regular time, I simply turned the clock off and woke you up myself. "
This all said matter-o-factly, though there could almost have been a hint of humor in her tone.
" And you think that by throwing me off the bed you will get this appointment with me? Think again. "
Getting up, Dreamer straightened herself, flipped her hair over her shoulder and stalked all the way to the bathroom before slamming the door. The proto would have followed but she'd smacked right into the door and stumbled back, with a sigh she gave up and returned to the bed, waiting.
It had taken an Dreamer an hour, thirty-seven mins and fifty-eight seconds to get ready, the proto should know she'd counted everything. But when she did emerge from the door, all the proto could do was stare. Her red hair was pulled back in a ponytail which was pin straight, it trailed down to below her shoulders. Her face was priceless, she wore just a hint of make-up, barely visible. She was wearing a white pin strip suit, tailored to fit her perfectly and then some white heels. Dreamer smirked, hands on her hips as she observed the proto.
" You aren't the only appointment I have today. Now come so I can name you. "
Dreamer exited the bedroom and went towards the kitchen, the coffee machine which was preprogrammed had finished brewing just as Dreamer got into the kitchen. The proto installed herself on the couch and waited patiently as her owner returned with peanut butter toast and a cup of coffee.
" So do you have a preference? "
Dreamer sipped on her coffee and took a bit of her toast, regarding the proto and actually expecting an answer. The proto shrugged.
" I do not have an opinion, the name is yours to chose. " Dreamer frowned and turned her back to the proto before settling her gaze on the top shelf of her bookcase. Unconsciously, dreamer rose towards the shelf and scanned it's content. Her proto was smart, calculating and could almost be said to have a sense of humor, even if it was slightly dark. The brightest minds of humanity had started in the sociaty of the Greeks, giving the proto a Greek name would be nice. Plucking a book from her book case Dreamer handed softly on the wooden floor and turned towards the proto with a large smile on her face.
" The Greeks have always been a fascinating society, I think it would be appropriate to name you in Greek. "
Sitting beside the proto, Dreamer flipped the pages of an ancient Greek story. Dreamer scanned the book for a name, and finally pin pointed what she'd been looking for.
"Zelia, I think I'll name you Zelia. I can always call you Zee for short, so it works out. "
The proto blinked and tilted her head.
" Does the name have a meaning? "
Dreamer nodded and closed the book, drifting off the couch and up towards the top shelves again. She placed the book back gently and picked up another one before turning to Zelia and holding the page open for her to read.
" It means devoted to one's duty. "
Zelia nodded, Dreamer placed the book back and landed on the floor once more.
" Do you like the name? "
" I think it suits me. "
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
Posted: Mon Sep 21, 2009 4:33 pm
xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxii[ ✔ ] - Entry Three
xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxCooking Class 101
Weekends were always something Dreamer looked forward to, in fact it was her favorite time of the week since she got her Saturday's off and didn't have to go in to manage at her club. With Zelia's help, she been able to bring the place back to as close as perfection as she could get. She hand't asked for another manager, but a few had brought in their C.V's hoping to get a job at the club. Of course, Dreamer accepted them, but didn't tell them they wouldn't get called back. Her proto was more then capable of running the place by herself then some human who was bound to make more mistakes then he or she had toes, and fingers. Plus, with Zelia watching everything as careful as a computer itself, she was bound to catch any previous mistakes. Considering she was working on the bar's history of late payments the previous owner and managers had left her, she was already fixing those.
Rolling to the side, Dreamer glanced at Zelia who was sitting on the little table in front of the book case. The proto had become rather interested in books lately, especially considering Dreamer had picked her name from a book. She supposed that with the amount of books Dreamer owned, the proto was curious to discover Shakespeare or maybe some music sheets by Beethoven she had lying around. History was such a nice thing, well with the exception of what had happened to the proto's. That was a tragedy, they were so useful, how could people get ride of them easily?
Putting a hand on her stomach, Dreamer heard and felt her stomach protest against it's emptiness.
Standing up, Dreamer stretched and covered her mouth as she yawned. Zelia was already getting up and off the table just in time for Dreamer to pick her up. It was really odd, Dreamer used to enjoy her solitude, she'd never really felt the need to communicate with others or mate like the rest of the Humans. Not that she was Human, she didn't even know if she could procreate, however she was probably to old, and no one could possibly tolerate her. There was also the little fact that she had a proto and not everyone could simply know about these, that cut down all her chance's to zero. Although, things had changed now, she found she didn't like painting alone without Zelia being there for her. She didn't like going out to places with the weight of Zelia hidden somewhere.
Grabbing Zelia by the waist, Dreamer walked towards the kitchen.
Zelia glanced up at her owner, from the expression on her face she was thinking about dark hidden things she didn't like to share. Zelia always wondered why Dreamer went through this much thinking at times, she was vacant those days and Zelia didn't appreciate it. Would she share her concerns now with her? Probably not, she never did and pretended everything was okay. Which wasn't with Zelia, but there was no helping it.
" What do you want to eat?"
Zeliea was placed on the counter, and she turned her back to go fetch the cook book. Dreamer propped herself on the counter and shrugged.
" What do you think I should eat?"
Zelia flipped through the pages, Dreamer needed some sort of comfort food. What had that teacher taught about comfort food? Zelia frowned, she hadn't been listening. It wasn't part of her functions, so she'd deemed it unworthy information. However, she stopped upon seeing nacho's. Zelia smiled and turned towards Dreamer.
" I shall cook for you today. "
The proto was quite pleased with herself, even if this wasn't part of her function, she'd felt the need to do something nice for her brooding owner. Plus, this didn't seem to hard to do on her own, she just needed to follow the instructions carefully.
" Can you get a plate, I'll also need tortilla chips, cheese, chives, olives, some sour cream and jalapeño. I know you don't like salsa, so I'm not adding it in. "
" Nacho's eh? Alright. "
Dreamer did as she was told and fetched everything for Zelia, laying down everything neatly on the counter. Grabbing the bag, Zelia ripped it open, sending chips all over the place. Giggling Dreamer helped her put them into the plate, then Zelia tackled the cheese, again much to Dreamers entertainment. Cutting the olives and the chives proved to be more difficult then Zelia had anticipated, but those were none the less also done. Taking a step back, Zelia looked at the mess she'd made at the counter and Dreamer's large grin as she placed the food into the microwave.
" Movie anyone?"
Dreamer left the kitchen to start a movie of her choice, Zelia was quite proud of herself. her owner was smiling again and they were about to enjoy a movie with nacho's she'd successfully made. When the microwave beeped, Zelia floated towards it and grabbed the plate, almost dropping it in the process because of how heavy it was. Floating down to the ground, the proto decided it would be wiser to simply walk.
When Dreamer spotted her proto struggling with the plate, she help her up onto the couch and onto her lap just as the movie was started.
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
Posted: Mon Nov 30, 2009 5:57 pm
xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxii[ ✔ ] - Entry Four
xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxFriend Plus Partner Equal Influence
Dreamer rolled over to gently lean on Maverick who was probably already awake, open one eye lid she glanced at him. The guy had a creepy way of not sleeping at all, and spend his nights starring at her. He smiled at her, bending down to kiss her nose, then it was Dreamers turn to smile up at him. However the media put it out to the public, Dreamer wasn't dating the incubus, and never would. She knew the man's intentions just by following his sisters doings, they were known to go after the rich and suddenly inherited all their money after some odd death from their partners. Dreamer wasn't going down easily, but the fact still remained that he annoyed her to no end. 'Zelia, are you around?' Dreamer mentally searched for her proto, hazy eyes glancing around the room to see if she could spot her. 'I am in the living room.' Dreamer relaxed, she was so used to waking up with her proto it was almost a little odd to wake up with a man. Old habits tended to die harder then she thought. Stretching like a cat, Dreamer shoved the covers off of her, and got out of bed. She could feel the incubus's eyes roaming as she went into the bathroom to get ready. Somewhere in between a shower and getting dressed, Zelia spoke again. 'Natasha should be here in ten minutes, I shall be in the kitchen.'
Once she was out of the bathroom, Maverick was already in his business suit look fixing his shirt. He started towards her, pulling her into an embrace as he neared her.
"Natty called, she says she should be here in a little under ten minutes. "
" I should start breakfast then."
Dreamer gleamed, feeling slightly uncomfortable when he didn't release her. The banshee had felt comfortable enough with her cooking to invite two of her closes friends for a test run; how hard could making breakfast be right? But Dreamer was regretting inviting Maverick, she hadn't seen him much since she'd received Zelia and he was constantly watching her every move as if he was afraid she'd leave him. She'd told him so many times to bug off, but that man was one of the most persistent one's she'd ever seen. She hopped that Natasha would clue in her brother on Dreamers feelings. 'Natasha has arrived.'A few seconds later the bell rang, and Dreamer finally shoved Maverick from her.
" Don't do this... Not now. "
Sighing, she walked out of the room to answer Natasha at the door.
" I've missed you soo much!"
The succubus jumped on Dreamer as soon as the door was wide enough for her to do so with her wings. Dreamer smiled and hugged her best friend tightly, oh she'd missed her a lot too. Taking a step back, Dreamer cast a glance at the succubus's newest appearance. Her hair was dyed a rich champagne looking color, and dropped down to almost her belly button. Her eyes, always their vivid green gleamed with happiness at being invite to the little brunch. Her figure was still perfect as always to Dreamer's jealousy, but she knew succubus and incubus were built to attract. She wore black skinnies with a halter top with some heels she was in the process of taking off. her make up was always done, just like her nails. Her bat like wings were starting to shrink, she was taking a bit to mucch space, but her horns and pointed tail stayed as always. 'She is pretty...' Dreamer turned slightly towards her kitchen door where Zelia was peaking from, watching Natasha. Dreamer smiled at her. 'I'll teach you about their race if you want later on.' Zelia nodded and disappeared, Dreamer glanced as the siblings hugged and chatted away about whatever business they had in demonic.
" So! You're actually cooking, is this what you've been doing while I party'd alone? "
Grabbing her hand, Dreamer dragged her into the kitchen, Maverick in tow.
" I've been working with a new manager to bring the place up a bit, the last manager left a bunch of unfinished business that's going to be my downfall if I don't fix it. "
Dreamer glanced at all the ingredients Zelia had layed out for her with instructions she'd carefully put on the stove's top. 'Thank you.' There was no response and Dreamer got to work, happy to be surrounded by her friends and listening to their idle chat.
" You've matured too much young lady! "
Natasha went to put an arm around her hips and watched her flip over two eggs in the pan. Maverick had wondered into the dinning room and was patiently reading the news paper and sipping on his coffee while Dreamer prepared the food.
" You know D... "
Natasha's hushed voice meant she didn't want her brother to hear, Dreamer had an idea of what she was about to say. She really didn't want to hear it, her answer was still a big fat no.
" Maverick's really noticed this... Grown up you. I mean come on, you're cooking, cleaning and working with a new manager that meets your standards to run the business without you having to be breathing down his back. You don't come dancing so much anymore... You stopped drinking... It's just all so... Home wife like! And my brother really wants to settle down, you know we may not look old... But we're really old. You're looking like the perfect house wife right now... And you know he can provide for you. "
Dreamer placed the eggs next to the beacon and sausages, before salting the potatoes and then walking away to bring the plate to him. Maverick was real sneaky, instead of himself asking her, he had asked his sister to sniff out what was happening and report back in. Her answer was still no. Placing the plate in front of him, he looked up and smiled.
" Thanks sweetheart. "
Dreamer froze for a moment, then as if her spine was a board, she turned around and walked back into the kitchen. She glared at Natasha before starting on her eggs. 'Dreamer! tell him to release me! He's hurting me!' Wiping around, Dreamer almost ran back into the dinning room to see Maverick holding Zelia in the air by her wrist. Natasha followed closely behind, and seeing Zelia shaking walking over and covered Dreamer's mouth. Maverick surprised, suddenly dropped Zelia onto the floor. Dreamer shrieked. And shrieked, and shrieked as a banshee does when something goes wrong. She felt the heat of her tattoo's suppressing her as her skin started to look decayed. Natasha had seen Dreamer shrieking, she'd heard it, and knew the signs all too well. Zelia wasn't moving, and Dreamer was having a freak out. 'Dreamer.' Zelia's tiny voice abruptly stopped Dreamer as, she smacked Natasha's hands away and run to pick up her proto. 'Are you okay? Zelia? Oh my god, please don't die on me! Zelia I need you!' Dreamer's eyes teared up, the demons were looking at her as if she was crazy. Angry, Dreamer turned her swirling silver eyes towards Maverick.
" Out. Get out, Natasha get him out of my apartment right now. "
Silently, Natasha grabbed onto her brothers arm and dragged him away, his own confused and angry voice in demonic shouting at his sister.
" Zelia say something. Please. "
The proto's eyes fluttered open.
" My arm hurts. "
Dreamer smiled, hugging the proto tightly against her.
" I'll take you to go see Banning, we'll fix your arm. We'll watch movies and you won't have to work at all, you can take as many vacation days as you want! "
" Dreamer please, my arm isn't broken, look I can still move it. And helping you manage is my purpose, do not take this away from me. However, I am interested in what they are. "
" I'll find you books, I promise. Here I'll lay you down on the couch. "
" I do not think your pretty friend will return... "
" That's okay. I'll invite her over another time, she understands me; she's my best friend, she's like you almost. "
" Then I definitely need to read up on this woman. "
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
Posted: Sat Dec 05, 2009 11:58 am
xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxii[ ✖ ] - Entry Five
xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxAlabaster
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
Reply
