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 Posted: Mon Feb 26, 2007 6:48 am
Welcome to the Diary of Madeline Name of Nightmare: Madeline Fear: Dolls Home: Operis NM's Personality: Sweet to the point of sickening, Madeline is a nightmare that exploits her looks. Right now, she has no real form to speak of, but she gives off an aura that she knows more than she lets on. She's extremely deceptive, and uses her abilits to collect information and scare people. Her favorite targets are people too uptight to admit they're scared.
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Posted: Mon Feb 26, 2007 6:51 am
About the Owner  Name - Luciel (no given last name) Date of Birth - Unknown, but assumed in the winter about 30 years ago. Age - Estimated 30 or so, appears about 18-20. Species - Mancubus Hair - White-blonde, shoulder-length, sometimes tipped red. Skin - Ivory Likes - Taking care of her kids, cooking, hunting, taking a "bite" (or healthy mouthful) out of crime. Dislikes - Eating, Callix's selfish moods, foreign languages. About - Luciel is a mancubus, and Guardian of Callix. Because of her species, she has to consume human beings as a source of food. Fruits, veggies and water are alright (as long as the fruit and such are completely organic) but human flesh is preferred. She is grumpy sometimes, wondering what chocolate or soda tastes like. But overall, she means the best for everyone under her roof. She would not, however, overlook transgressions, and would not hesitate to show a little teeth to get her point across. Having three rows of sharklike chompers always helps. She's generally cheerful considering most circumstances, yet she's easy to jump to conclusions and freak out at a moment's notice. Earth logic need not always apply. She doesn't think in normal human terms and does not abide by normal human social rules. She licks people in greeting and sometimes smiles too often, but she means well.
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Posted: Mon Feb 26, 2007 6:52 am
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Posted: Mon Feb 26, 2007 6:53 am
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Posted: Mon Feb 26, 2007 7:03 am
Quote: Dear Journal, I don't know where I got her, or where she originated, but there's this little pink flare that sits up on our bookcase. It's in my room, obviously, and that's where she seems to stay. She has a little bow in her flames and I'm not sure why, but she's rather friendly. She has a cute, musical quality to her giggles when I speak to her. She says her name is Madeline, and that she loves her high place so she can see everything. "Tee hee! I love sitting way up here. It's fun! So much fun! Sometime, will you play with me? Please? Pretty please?" That's all she says all day. I decided to keep this journal to keep track of her. For some reason, I don't feel connected to her at all, but she appeared in my room. She sounds like a sweet little girl when she speaks, and I really don't know how she can speak at all. She's just a little flame! She doesn't have a mouth. And how does she even have a gender? She has no body. God this is all very confusing, and I have no idea where she came from. She loves to giggle at night and I'm not sure how to move her. Maybe I'll get that shovel from the fireplace... "Oh, come over here and play with me!" Lu
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Posted: Fri Mar 02, 2007 11:13 am
Quote: Dear Journal, You know, it's really strange. The pink flame is oddly comforting to me, and Nephilim seems to have taken a liking to her. Her? No, it. But it sounds female, so it's so easy to make that kind of comparison. Nephilim calls it "Puuchoo", but I think that's just gibberish. Nephi doesn't speak much, but the little flame needs a name. I don't know where she came from, but the little pink flame is awfully childlike. It's strange. I know I can't help but say that over and over, but really. Where does anything in Gaia come from? It's got to be magic. She watches everything from up there and I don't even need to feed her. I don't feel connected to her, either, which is strange. Of course, I feel connected to Nephilim, my daughter and Callix, the Fa'e. But since Kay moved in, Callix hasn't seen the little flame. He's been too busy. I guess it's better that way, since he tends to see things and make up stories. He says he sees some sort of doll, but Nephilim doesn't mind the little flame at all. She might have found a friend in it. It has no name right now, but I've decided to name it Madeline. It sounds like a doll name, right? She's cute, I think, and she never moves. At least, not that I've seen. Maybe I can find someone else who has come into contact with these beings. She's a wisp, and perhaps there's a reason why she's here? I certainly don't understand it. But at least she doesn't cause trouble, make messes, and I don't have to feed her. Lu
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Posted: Fri Mar 02, 2007 11:37 am
(cross-posted from Callix's journal)
Back at the house, first morning since the loss...
Morning was as it usually was, with Luciel yawning and stretching in the morning sun that leaked through her window. She scratched her belly as she swung out of bed. Her blankets were tossed aside and Nephilim was already up, sleeping on a small cot until rooms could be rearranged. The toddler did not mind at all, and jumped up at the opportunity to move about. She smiled in her light green nightgown and grabbed one of her many plushies. Leading her daughter downstairs to make breakfast, Luciel passed by the bookshelf where a new resident had taken up shop. It was a small, pink flame that spoke, and her name was Madeline. Nephilim waved to the wisp before slipping through the threshold on their way to the kitchen.
Luciel was half-asleep and knew that no one else would be up at this hour, especially Kochi and her son, Mortimer. Mortimer liked his breakfast hot and plentiful, and the mancubus was more than happy to provide. He was such a sweetheart, she minded not to wait on him and his Guardian. She smiled at the thought and made her way to the kitchen. Passed the bathroom and coming up to Callix and Kay's room, she stopped. Pushing the cracked door open just a bit, she intended to peek in on the two and make sure all was well.
Her eyes went wide when she found the room was empty. Silence wheezed from her mouth as she burst into the room, shredding the bed linens in search of the children. They were both missing, and Nephilim stuck a finger in her mouth, watching her mother become frantic. It was scary when mommy was like that - she didn't pay attention to what she was doing or what she looked like. Nephilim had teeth just like her, and Luciel usually bared them when she panicked or was angry. The room was a disaster, and the only clue she had was an open window.
The woman stopped and stared as some of the sheets furrowed in the light breeze. They left through the window. They were gone.
Sinking to her knees, Luciel wrapped herself up in her arms and sobbed. Her daughter skittered over to her and leaned on her mother, wondering what the problem was. Callix was a meanie, but he had a nice tail and Kay the fairy was pretty nice too. Weird, but nice. She babbled in an effort to make her mother feel better about the whole thing (which wasn't bad at all in her opinion), but there was no answer. The toddler's mouth curved into a frown and she sighed. Maybe the wispy could help?
"They're gone, Nephi..." the woman whispered uncharacteristically low. "...they're gone."
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Posted: Mon Mar 05, 2007 9:33 pm
Quote: Where did they go? I thought I was being a good parents and Inanna allowed me to have Kay in the house here. She was so scared and crying when she came after the attack and I had no idea what was going on. I'm still shaking. I called the police after I got off the phone with Inanna. God I hope they would be over there but why would Kay go back to the place she hated so much and wanted to get away from... I don't know. I wish I knew. I wish I knew why they left. What if they were kidnapped, they said. It doesn't seem like something that would happen. I mean, why would they take two little kids, I told them. Morty didn't hear and thing except me screaming my head off. Nephilim was confused and distraught I'm sure and I hate to scare her so much with these things but I can't help it anymore. Everything seemed fine to me but then this had to go and happen and now I'm a mess. The police say they'll be on the lookout. I gave them descriptions and everything and they said they'll post units and whatever they need to do. Wish I was one of those future-readers. Wish I could know what was going through their heads. I saw Callix's note and it said that he wished me to take care of Kay, but how can I? She's missing too! What if Callix ran away and she was kidnapped? I could never forgive myself if something happened to them. My chest feels so tight. Who can I turn to? I talked to Inanna... no, I blew up at her and she feels the same. How can this happen. She trusted me with her child and look what I did. I turned my back and god... If something happens to them, I could never forgive myself. I could never forgive myself. I need sleep. I can't think straight anymore. The police told me to try and wait things out calmly, since I needed a cool head to survive this. I don't know if they know what they're talking about. I don't know if they've ever had one missing child, let alone two, and one isn't even mine. I shouldn't hate them. I just hate everyone, especially myself. I failed. I need to lie down.
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Posted: Mon Mar 05, 2007 9:45 pm
Quote: Dear Journal, I can't sleep. God I can't sleep. Madeline keeps laughing over and over and over. When I fall asleep, I feel so heavy and I dream. I keep dreaming of thousands of eyes, and none of them are human or friendly or even real. I'm so tired right now as I write this, I can barely keep my eyes open. I've cried all day since I found out the kids have left. I called the police and they're looking all over for them, but I haven't heard anything yet. Inanna is furious and sad and so scared, just like me. And I can't sleep. God, I can't sleep. The eyes keep staring at me in the dreams and Madeline laughs. I can hear her in the background, with all the eyes. I'm in a room that has no windows and no doors, but there's enough light to know I'm surrounded. Thousands of eyes belong to thousands of dolls. All of them were smiling and so perfect, each with their own matching makeup and blush. Each had a perfect dress with perfect hair and perfect lips. If I would move, they would turn their heads and watch me, and my skin would crawl. I would get so scared, I would shout and awaken, because I could feel them walking towards me. Dolls can't move but they could move. They would reach out with their jointed arms and reach for me and tell me how much they wanted to play. My hand is shaking. Madeline keeps laughing over and over, and she says that the night is long and she's so right. I can't sleep anymore. My daughter fell asleep long ago, but she's sleeping downstairs with others watching her. She's safe, but I can still feel the eyes on me, watching me. I can't sleep. God I can't sleep. [the scribbles continue for a few lines until the page stops entirely]
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