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 Posted: Mon Dec 25, 2006 6:53 am
Cody Archer In front of the door of your duplex lies a small gift wrapped in regular paper by a string. There are some words scribbled with ordinary pen, saying: "Merry Xmas. From Cody" ((Cody doesn't remember the number of most of the duplexes his friends live in, so he painted gifts for everyone)) Reserved~ again... Like they actually mean something. XD
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Posted: Mon Dec 25, 2006 8:29 am
Left on the front doorstep of Natsumi's duplex is a pair of flowers picked from the jungle and tied together with a piece of string in a bow. There is no note, but there is a disturbance in the gravel to indicate something large and heavy with large feet hopping away.
Merry Christmas from a secret admirer!
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Posted: Tue Dec 26, 2006 11:24 am
Natsumi Tanaka So Thom was probably well aware of the "secret" Christmas presents Natsumi had doted on over the past few days, after almost forgetting. Thom was the first to get one, simply handed to him with a "Merry Christmas" and an attempt at a peck on the nose. The whole Christmas thing had definatly gotten her mind off of.. other things, so for the moment she seemed happy. Thomas Brinley Thom might have known of Natsumi's would-be-secret presents, but he was quite sure she wasn't expecting his. For the first time in a good long while he had braved a call to the labs, and the end result was well worth it. The gift had hidden away in his old, slightly burned suitcase (along with half a dozen pairs of now-useless pants) for the better part of a week, the one place he was sure she wouldn't happen upon it. Following her gift to him, he bid her wait a moment and retrieved the simple little box, placing it on her palm with a 'Merry Christmas' and kiss to her forehead in return. A ring said far more than he was comfortable with at present, and necklace chains broke too easily for his liking. So bracelet it was.
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Posted: Tue Jan 30, 2007 4:48 pm
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Posted: Fri Mar 23, 2007 2:34 pm
Reserved for Journal entry + catchup (Aka explination for Arafel's Haitus)
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Posted: Mon Jun 11, 2007 2:53 am
Things had been
going well, for once, for the little Japanese ball of misfortune. She was slowly working out of her fear of the outdoors, her relationship seemed to be working well (Even if she had no clue where Thomas went on occasion). She'd even managed to move on a little from the miscarriage. Not completely, but when would anyone ever be completely over something like that?
She'd even made a small section in her duplex to burn incense or place flowers in a show of respect to the unborn child. She wasn't all too sure what anyone would say about that for something that wasn't even born when it died, or recognizable as a person yet... But she couldn't bring herself to try and write it off as anything but living.
But when had it happened? Sometime within the month of April, Thomas had diapered all together. Natsumi hadn't thought anything of it at first, but a few days became a few weeks, and soon she found herself distraught. It was happening again, she kept telling herself, just like before. Just like Taro. To say she felt used became a severe understatement in a short amount of time. While one part of her argued "Thom wouldn't do that" the other side cleverly returned "That's what you thought about Taro." And that was good enough to spiral her into another fit of depression, and a whole bunch of other emotions. Naturally she'd have never guessed what really happened to the cobra.
It started off with blaming herself, sitting around in the duplex all day, refusing to leave just in case he might happen to show up(She wouldn't want to miss him after all) constantly over thinking every moment of their last few times together, if she'd done something wrong, maybe she'd just become too ugly with her hair falling out... A number of ideas managed to fester in her mind over a month's length.
From there, the self-blame slowly got taken over with irritation. Frustration. By mid-may she'd become infuriated not just with Thomas and Taro, but with all men. Newt, with his insistent pouting over her not wanting him, not that he really had. There was just that one moment of perfectly reasonable rejected feeling that she was now blowing out of poportion in her mind. Gaius.. Miller... Alec. Whoever else she knew, and without reason. Just perhaps that's what any man wanted, sex and then bam they're out. Her two relationships had ended that way, hadn't they? Thom had probably taken to calling her a slut like Taro had... Those ideas and thoughts built upon each other higher and higher until just thinking about the male species in general made her sick to her stomach. There another month had passed in her duplex, staying inside to avoid the males on the assumption all they wanted was to sleep with her, and women because they'd likely heard from Taro and Thom that she was a slut. If she did leave, it was quick, and very discrete. She more than readily gave up her daytime schedule at this point, becoming nocturnal as her instincts had wished her from her 50% transformation.
And that lead up to today, with the woman heaving a deep sigh of simply feeling mentally exhausted while striking a red line through the day. She'd probably gone through every emotion known to man by now, and to be honest she'd become very tired of it. Being mad at herself, being mad at everyone else, it was just too much work. Her sleep was increasing every day now, and when she wasn't doing that she was laying in bed saying to herself "I give up." over and over, almost every line of thoughts would fall into that. After everything she'd been through in the last year, a whole year now, she just didn't care anymore. She graduated, got pregnant, got abandoned, tried to get a job, moved out, wound up on an island, turning into something... she still wasn't even sure what, then Taro showed up again, Thom... a miscarriage, watching the people around her change into hideous creatures, barely resembling what they once were... And this, all this, just no... Just... she gave up. "I give up." She mumbled again to herself, moving to lay down on the bed.
She might leave the house soon... Do some laundry. What did it matter what people thought of her? Nothing. Not a bit. Who cared anymore? After all, she was a lizard now, she ate bugs, she minas well just run around naked in the trees. Not that she would, but there was nothing to work forward to anymore.
But first... a nap. She shut her eyes, laying out sloppily on the mattress, half-heartedly dragging some tangled sheets over her body.
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Posted: Mon Jun 11, 2007 2:55 am
Reserved: Laundry RP(Soon to come)
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Posted: Fri Jun 15, 2007 2:47 pm
Panic at the Gecko [x]Miller & Natsumi
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