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 Posted: Mon Nov 15, 2010 10:13 am
A symphonic clatter echoed throughout the auditorium as Elian set foot into the theater. Their hooves pattered against the carpet, their fingers brushed against every seat as Elian twirled in a circle. Today, Elian was content to be the girl of the family. She was feeling rather pretty, lined in her sunshine and rainbows shirt, with her funny little knitted hat, and her equally funny florescent green skirt. In many ways, she looked like a watermelon, the arrangement of pink and green so vibrant she may have been construed an illustration of a watermelon. It was scarcely a bother for her, though. What was there to be self-conscious about? After all, she was gorgeous, and, within her mind, the vibrancy of her colors stood out in comparison to the black and red theater, with its oakish wood accents.
A broad smile crossed Elian's face as she plopped down in a chair. Her head tilted upward, eying the lights high abover the floor. They glimmered, switching colors now and then. Light check! She knew the routine so well. In a minute or two, they would be situated plainly, and people would be flowing through the doors. Unlike any other time, however, Elian had expectations. Children were coming. Children her age. She sank in her chair at the thought, but couldn't contain herself. In a floundering scramble, she turned herself in her chair. Her hooves were planted into the cushion as she stood herself up, staring at the doors providing entry to the auditorium. like a hungry cat, she licked her lips and sprang over the seat onto the one behind her, sinking back into place as parent and child pairs began to flow gradually into the theater space.
The curtain was drawn, and soon enough, the fun would begin. Just as soon as the seats were full.
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Posted: Wed Nov 17, 2010 6:52 am
Mikhail was somewhat dubious about this whole ‘play with others’ thing. He had been quite happy mostly alone at the labs, he had seen and heard other children occasionally but he’d always chosen when he wanted to play with them. The young hybrid child didn’t mind the company of others but he was not keen on being forced into it so soon after having his life recently up-heaved. Dark bushy eyebrows crinkled and the pink skinned boy frowned as he floated his way into the building beside his cousin Galina. If nothing else Mikhail had to admit it was a fancy looking place.
Galina tugged on her cousin’s arm and pulled him into the auditorium. The adults of the family had needed time alone in the Kremlin today to prepare for upcoming events the club would host. Thus she had been deemed Mikhail's babysitter for the days and had been instructed to do something social with him. For the most part Galina didn’t mind the task although as she looked out upon the rows of seats she wondered how she was supposed to fit Mikhail in one? Maybe this hadn't been such a good idea after all.
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