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 Posted: Sun Mar 19, 2006 9:57 am
.::Welcome Home::. ((I can't think of anything specific for a first post, it'll come later, hope it's not a problem! o3o))
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Posted: Sun Mar 19, 2006 10:02 am
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Posted: Mon Mar 20, 2006 8:04 pm
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Posted: Tue Apr 04, 2006 8:51 pm
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Posted: Sat Apr 08, 2006 10:46 pm
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Posted: Sat Apr 08, 2006 11:11 pm
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Posted: Tue May 02, 2006 7:42 pm
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Posted: Tue May 09, 2006 8:13 pm
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Posted: Thu Jun 08, 2006 9:29 pm
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Posted: Fri Jul 07, 2006 1:50 am
Seymour's Journal Entry #6
Guess what! I found a new way to play with my dollies. I never knew they came apart so easilly. I found I can make new people if I change the head, hands, and legs around. Some look really funny.
I did manage to make a very pretty one though. I like to call him "Ron."
I was feeling extra bored one night and decided to concentrate really hard on making a good doll. I took the long hair off a girl one and out it on him. Then I switched the lower part of the body to give him a strange sort of figure; but legs to go with pretty outfits.
I think he looks really nice. Icarus seemed kinda angry that I took apart my expensive dolls; but he also seemed kinda happy to see me playing so creativly with them.
Since we moved into the new house things have been kinda boring. I also got another new brother. His name is Cid; and apparantly he came from a pair of strange goggles Ic had bought. He's very loud and obnoxious; I don't know why Ic has bothered to keep him.
I knew those goggles were ugly.
Back to the boring things. Since we now live on a big peice of property, there aren't many buildings around. Yes, it is possible to walk to city areas, but it just takes a while, and Ic doesn't like me walking by myself.
Well. I'm going to go play the piano... bye.
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Posted: Wed Aug 09, 2006 12:33 am
Seymour's Journal
Entry #7
Life has been extremely interesting lately. It hasn't been very exciting, but not too boring either. I got another new brother, but this one is very creepy. He always walks around in a creepy mask, and only lifts off the bottom to eat, but nobody around here had ever seen him take it off. His name is Photicant.
Luckilly, he seemed to like Ron, my doll, and didn't make fun of him like my other siblings.
I've been practicing my piano more and more, Ic says I'm getting extra good at it. He said I should grow up to be a porfessional, whatever that is. I want to get really good at it, and have lots of fans, like the people on T.v.
Ic is being more lenient with me, now that I've gotten a little older. He's let me walk to the grocerie store, but sadly, my youth is starting to have more disadvantages then advantages around here now.
Ic scolded me the other day for putting on eyeliner I found in -his- bedroom. He told me boys weren't supposed to wear eyeliner, so, why did he wear it? That's something I'd really like to know.
I think he's started working at the bar again, because I heard him leaving really late last night, and then coming back in the morning. Otherwise things haven't been very exciting...
I think I'll take a trip down to the mansion...Ic says he won't take me there, so I think I'll go myself..
Write Later.
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Posted: Tue Oct 03, 2006 8:36 pm
Seymour's Journal Entry #8
As usual when I write in here...more new people have entered our household. This time there have been two "angels," including the first female to take up permanent residence here.
Her name is Rosalind, that's all I really know about her. The other we found collapsed outside. Nice, huh?
Icarus has been leaving often...taking Photicant with him. Apparantly he tried to do something nasty to Luel; who has been cooped up in his room. Icarus said he needed some help; and desperately tried to his the gas mask, but it was quickly found again. I think Ic is the only one to see Photicant's real face.
I've been greatly improving with the piano. I met with a real instructor and had a small concert just last week. The people said I was amazing, and that I could become famous one day; even now if I really wanted.
That was a phrase I most definately liked to hear.
The house has been chaotic. I've tried my best to become Ic's other when he is gone, but nobody obeys me. The only one who remotely gives a damn is Luel, but he still doesn't obey the rules.
Luel looks really odd now with his short hair. I had thought about cutting mine, but thought against it. When I was younger I was teased, now I am greatly complimented. Many people think it's a weird fashion statement and are surprised to hear when I tell them it's my real hair. Most people -must- touch and stroke it, which makes me feel slightly uncomfortable. Seymour shut his journal and rolled over on his large bed. He crossed his long nailed hands under his chin and stared out the window. Oh how he wished he could be the moon; the one who commands the starts to circle in the night sky. He would be important one day. He would tell everyone how to live, under -his- rules according to -his- days. It would happen...Seymour could feel it in his veins.
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Posted: Fri Nov 03, 2006 8:55 pm
Seymour sat infront of the piano with a thoughtful look on his face; something he did quite often. Hs piano skills were continuously becoming lighter and more graceful, Ic even said he might have a chance at a professional job with his skills.
It would be nice, but alas, it wasn't what he wanted. As he sat, he thought deeply to himself. What excactly did he want? He'd never truly thought about it before. He'd asked Ic once, but he said that because of his age this was something he didn't really have to think about.
The problem was...he couldn't stop thinking about it. It haunted his mind. What would he do with himself when he could leave? He certainly didn't want to stay here for the rest of his life. Though it would be nice to keep everyone under his precious little fingers. Ic would do anything for his well-being, he knew that.
He slowly pounded his finger against the middle c key on the piano. Middle c...such a bland note. He felt like a middle c right now...so bland and boring. He hadn't done anything exciting in a very long time. He also believed Ic was going crazy...talking to himself. He said he was talking to 'angels'..what a foolish perception.
He removed himself from the piano bench and proceeded to walk into the kitchen. The house was becoming more crowded, and the mess left by fellow housemates could be the proof of that. It was getting so crowded, it almost seemed lonely. Ic was always so busy with the newer and younger housemates that he saw him rarely.
He reached into a small basket of fruit and grabbed an apple. He usually didn't like apples, but he ate it anyway. He felt as if he were getting nowhere with himself these days.
He looked down at his fingers, they were getting larger and firmer. He was slowly aging, as did everyone, but for him it was painful. Convincing people when one is older is very hard. The "sweetness" and "innocence" slowly leaves the face and the eyes. Though he had been told before that his eyes held nothing but cold. They could believe what they want, he guessed.
He slowly ate the red apple in his hands, before tossing it in the trash. He wanted it no longer. His eyes scanned the doorway as his freak "brother" Photicant drifted through the hallway. He was so graceful, he could probably do amazing work with dancing, but he was too busy cutting himself up in the basement to realize his own potential as anything but his own lab experiment.
Seymour sighed and rubbed his head. He needed some rest, but he really didn't feel like lying down at the moment. He walked back out the piano. His only friend. His only slave. He could control it to create any sound he pleased. Any song he made. And he would still get all the credit. It was his favourite thing, it gave him the best feeling. It was his own little slave, and nobody could get mad at him for it.
This feeling madem him smile. For now this was all he had to think of. He then began to play a song filled with joy, filled with power. He could think more about his future another time, right now he was his own king.
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Posted: Wed Apr 04, 2007 6:41 pm
Lemon's Semi-Hiatus has now been moved to a Full Hiatus due to schoolwork and job stuff. She will try to be back as soon as possible, but cannot name a specific time. Please don't take her pets away, she will try to be back ASAP.
Thanks for being patient with her. heart
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