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 Posted: Mon Feb 04, 2008 9:12 pm
**Click the image to return to the main thread!** ~Birth of Grim~ ..........Lie, lie, lie, lie,lie, lie... That's all he ever did, didn't he? He said he loved you, but he really loved her... He said he was YOURS! All along, every single sweet word he whispered in your ear was really just a thinly veiled lie... How could you be so blind!? It enrages you how stupid you were... And this doll symbolizes all that rage. Every single shred of anger you could muster up was poured into this one collection of textiles. Just looking at it brings back enough memories to make you want to punch a hole through the nearest wall...Personal Information about Grim:Birthdate: February 6th, 2008 Core Emotion: Anger Gender: Male Hair color: Bleached white with two mustard colored streaks Eye color: Green and White Date of first growth: February 20th Date of second growth: March 1st
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Posted: Fri Feb 08, 2008 1:28 pm
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Posted: Fri Feb 08, 2008 1:41 pm
Chuga-Chuga-Chapter One:
The Clog in my Heart
Has Stopped He had broken my heart many items, but I kept...I kept running back to him. I always thought to myself, was he really worth it? Was he really, worth all this running emotions of anger? I couldn't take it anymore, and exacted my revenge there on the spot. But thing is, I had a choice. I could either put to pain the man who angered me so, or the girl who agreed to him. It was such a hard decision, but I accepted it and chose him. I would let that dumb fool of a girl accept the pain he would cause her later, now was my time to return all the pain he caused me.
Sitting down the kit I had locked away for some time, I snipped, sewed, and clipped myself a "little replica" of him. I dubbed him Grim, for the grim things he had done to me. But even as disturbing it was of me to create this rag-tag doll, I couldn't find it in myself to pin something in it. With all the safety-pins and sharp object around my house, I just couldn't. Lastly, I draped a bracelet he had brought for me around his neck. On it laid a broken-star charm, coincidental I guessed. I just looked down at the doll, examining every small detail of it. The bleached hair, the mustard strand, the green and white button eyes, the light blue shorts, the green ribbon that held his hair back, all matched him perfectly in my opinion.
But as I looked at the doll, rage built in me so. I grew madder, and madder, just staring at the doll made me full of angst.
But even though there was anger in me, I couldn't take it anymore. I wanted to hear his voice, I needed to hear his voice. I picked up my cell, and dialed her cell phone. It rang and rang, until the voice popped up. "Hello this is -----. I'm either out, or busy with a girl. Leave a mess." And I could tell, he was with a girl. This made me sick, I couldn't take the pain of hearing his voice say, "with a girl." I slammed the phone down, and went back to my room. Picking up the doll immediately, I took it and slammed it against the wall several times. "I HATE YOU!" I brawled, until tears filled my eyes and poured down my cheeks. The anger in me grew, it grew with such extent. So much actually, that it morphed to sadness, and I cried myself to sleep.
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Posted: Sat Feb 16, 2008 10:48 am
Chuga Chuga Chapter 2:
The Beast and the Harlot[[For all those who aren't familiar with the title...Listen! :'D : Click Me!Careful, it is hard rock. :3 I mean, if your not into that thing. x3]] He is the beast, I am his harlot. I serve him, no other, just his pawn to toy with endlessly. I had awoken from my dream, filled with the scares of unknown voices and being lost. That cry I had last night made me sleep long, until the late afternoon. Yes, it was a school day, but I had decided to stay home. There was no need of me going to school with such an expression I wore when I woke up. I headed to the bathroom, staring at my forlorn face in the mirror. The make-up I had wore that day when he broke up with me strained against my face, smeared by wipes and tears. I turned the faucet on, and the water sprinkled lightly in the sink. I splashed some on my face, and wiped away the smears of make-up with a clean towel. The weight of his words still burdened my heart with aches, and I wandered back to my room to lay down for a minute.
I entered, and slipped myself into the bed with the comforter draped over my shoulders and under my neck. Staring out into the spatial atmosphere that filled my room, I wasn't able to fall back asleep. The air was lingering, and I threw the comforter off me once more and sat at the edge of my bed. What was going on, what was bothering me so? No thought came to mind, and then I eyed the doll I had sewed up the day before. It laid upside down, his little legs sprawled in the air and his head neatly positioned on the ground to keep him standing. I wanted to giggle at the sight so badly, and yet the urge to curl my lips didn't linger.
I hoped off my bed and pick the doll up, cradling it in my hand until I reached back to the bed. Staring at it, watching each limb as it sprawled from between my palm the threads of his hair. The were soft and rugged, exactly the texture of yarn. I through myself back on the bed, and pressed the doll against me. I just giggled and smiled...At all the memories I had of him in my head.
But then....The image of him with another coursed my mind once more. The beautiful smile I had laced across my face disappeared, and I threw a fit of anger. "HOW COULD YOU, HOW COULD YOU?!" I yelled at the doll as I picked it up and glared at it. The small doll just laid there motionless, the frown perched on his face, and his tiny limbs not retorting in any way. Tears sprang in from my cheeks, and I held to doll close. "Please..Please...Why don't you just return to me? Why must you torture me so with such pain and anger? You don't even have to return to me, just...just call me so I can hear your voice..." were the words I pleaded. The tears just rolled down my face and entangled them within the yarn hair of Grim.
Next thing I know, I hear pounding come from the front door. I drop Grim, and race toward it. The only thought in my mind was, "It's him! It's Him!" I raced toward the door, only to discover of my neighbor. "Hana? Hana! Is everything all right in there?!" he pounded, and I just looked at the door. Quickly, I turned around, and walked back to my bed. I laid there, and just sat as I heard the pounding continuing on the front door. Why couldn't he just go away? I was trying to fall asleep.
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Posted: Thu Feb 21, 2008 2:20 pm
Chuga Chuga Chapter 3:
Oh Me! Oh My!
It was only for a brief moment, but when I woke that weekend afternoon, I came to discover someone...or something tugging at the strands of my hair. They were short pulls, each tug coming from a different lock of hair. I woke up, believing my hair was caught in something, but instead...I came to discover something else! The doll I made a couple of days ago, had...Come Alive! I didn't know what to do, but instinct took over and I skiddled over to one corner of the bed. "Wha...What...WHAT IN THE WORLD!?" I screamed, and the doll trudged forward, trying to figure out what is wrong. The doll's arms and legs moved freely, and his eyes seemed to have life in them. I don't know how it was possible, but it just occurred! An overnight experience! I edged closer to the doll, poking my finger at it. But whatever happened, I loved it! Someone finally to talk to! "Hello there Grim!" I said, with the voice of glee spilling out into my words. "How are you?"
The doll just looked at me, putting it's finger to its curled mouth and smiling. "Hello there Grim! How are you?" he repeated. I just looked at Grim oddly. Why was he copying me?
I shunned away any wonder about how he came to life, and slowly reached my hand down and picked him up. Stroking his hair, I smiled at him. "Grim, how did you come to life?" I asked, hoping to get an answer out of the small him. Grim wiggled under my grip, before finding a comfortable position. He nodded toward my question and started making various shapes with his arms. From what I could guess from his game of Charades, a large bird came down and laid an egg. The egg hatched and something big and angry came out and swarmed himself into Grim. Grim wiggled and spasmed, until finally he would feel life within him. I didn't understand it, and to me his story made no sense. But whatever it was, it surely brought me something to love once more.
"Grim." I said, and Grim looked at me, his green and white eyes focused upon mines. "What would you like to do?" Grim crawled out of my hand and pointed out the window. As the light through, I could feel the coldness drifting from outside through the cracks of the window. It had snowed last night, and the blanket of snow that covered the ground glistened under the morning sun. "You want to go play outside?" I asked, smiling in his direction. Grim just nodded in response, before running to the living room, the half star necklace of his rattling under his pace. He pointed to the outside, and I just nodded. While I was putting on my snow shoes and long johns to endure the cold, Grim stayed there watching outside. He was eager, from his tiny bouncing I could tell...He really wanted to run outside and join in the prancing of the snow. So much actually, that poetic words escaped his sewn-on mouth in the process:
"Oh the dancing of light frosts onto the cold ground.
How you tease me so with your elegance!
You lightly fall, conjoining with your brothers to form such a light
blanket underfoot.
Only to me crushed by the mighty feet by those with morn
intelligence.
Though I have much more brain than thou, I understand your pain.
Leave your pain to me, for I shall take it within myself.
Mother, shall we be take ourselves on our journey through
that of the white?"
My eyes just looked at Grim oddly. I just nodded, and Grim ran into the other room for a minute. I trailed after him, bending down to see what he had pulled out. He seemed to somehow have gotten into my mini-library, and many books of several authors were spilled out onto the ground. By the looks of it, Grim had either read of skinned passed the pages that were in the books. I didn't even know how...But I just knew...I didn't have to buy any Hooked On Phonics for Grim.
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Posted: Fri Feb 22, 2008 10:22 am
Chuga Chuga Chapter 4:
To Be Full of Pride, And Be Much PrejudiceSince Grim had pulled out my books, I had to put a hold on my dressing to go outside and clean up the mess he had made. While placing the books back, Grim cried to each one. Finally, I came down to my last book, but Grim tugged at it, trying to pull it out of my grip. He succeeded, and scurried off into the direction of the kitchen. I followed after, trying to figure out what in the world was going on. "Grim, give that back to me!" I called to him, sounding like a mother trying to discipline her child. Grim ran and ran, passed the kitchen making a circle back into my bed room. "Grim, don't make me mad!" I yelled as I ran after him. Finally, I entered into the bedroom, and there he was, opened to the first page of the book, sitting on the need looking at me. "You...want me to read it?" I asked, tilting my head in curiosity. Grim nodded, and I strode over and took a seat next to him. My eyes grew blurry for a moment, and I turned to look for my reading glasses. They were somewhere, I just had to look for them. As I laced my fingers around the bedside cabinet, and inside the draws, Grim had already started reading the first line in the book: " It is a truth universally acknowledged, that a single man in possession of a good fortune, must be in want of a wife." My ears perked slightly up at the reading of these words, and Grim sat there with the book on his lap smiling. He had picked out one my favorite books Pride and Prejudice. From the look of it, Grim didn't need me to read ...He was already reading the words whole by himself. "Hey, read me the second line!" I said, as I nodded a small flick of my chin at him. He smiled, and tugged the book over slightly with his dainty arms and sat next to me once more. His young voice leaked out, not reading the second line, but the entire paragraph: " The news that a wealthy young gentleman named Charles Bingley has rented the manor known as Netherfield Park causes a great stir in the neighboring village of Longbourn, especially in the Bennet household. The Bennets have five unmarried daughters, and Mrs. Bennet, a foolish and fussy gossip, is the sort who agrees with the novel’s opening words: “It is a truth universally acknowledged, that a single man in possession of a good fortune, must be in want of a wife.” She sees Bingley’s arrival as an opportunity for one of the girls to obtain a wealthy spouse, and she therefore insists that her husband call on the new arrival immediately. Mr. Bennet torments his family by pretending to have no interest in doing so, but he eventually meets with Mr. Bingley without their knowing. When he reveals to Mrs. Bennet and his daughters that he has made their new neighbor’s acquaintance, they are overjoyed and excited." My eyes were closed, as Grim continued on and on reading the words from my utmost favorite novel. His young voice was beautiful and strong, quite not what you would expect from a young'un. He read and read, until he came to the ending and closed the book. Where had Grim learned such words? Such reading techniques? I have no idea once again, but no know that I had a reader with me...I can have someone to help me with homework! Even more, a reading buddy to enjoy novels with! My heart thumped, as I looked down at Grim. "Hey there little buddy....? You want to run down to the library today?" Grim just nodded, he replied to answer, but I just giggled and put my arm out. He laced his arms around it, and his tiny half star necklace jingled. He climbed up my arm, as I strode over to the door and clicked it open. The cold air wisped around my face and eyes. It was quite chilly outside, and I picked Grim up and placed him in the inning of my jacket. "Stay there and keep warm until we reach." I said, and Grim once again nodded in repose. "We have a long ways before we reach the library."  Pride and Prejudice Exert of Sparknotes.com and Jane Austen
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Posted: Fri Feb 22, 2008 12:09 pm
Chuga Chuga Chapter 5:
Like Looking in a Mirror
While on a stroll heading toward the library, Grim sat in the cuff of my jacket, his arms swinging as I paced myself down the block. Grim began to chatter, almost like a bird, making small sounds now and then. "Excited are ya little guy?" I asked, and his chatter grew more when I asked. I came to guess that was a Yes, and my walking through the snow stopped. Grim quickly stopped his chattering, as he quickly jumped out of my jacket and onto the floor. "Grim? GRIM!" I called, as I ran after him. I nearly slipped countless time against the pavement, but Grim held on steadfast and continued running. "Grim, what's wrong?" I called, and he immediately made a sharp turn toward the nearby playground that was about a couple minute walk from our house. I was going to take Grim there after the snow had melted and it became warm again. I guess Grim wanted to try it out now? I still paced after him, trying to figure out what in the world was wrong.
As I neared the corner, I saw Grim standing there. I was out of breath, but he stood strong. I changed my direction of gaze at what he was looking at. It was a young girl, around the age of ten, looking at both me and Grim. She had ivory colored hair, and one mustard colored streak. Her eyes were green, and a small black choker could be spotted from under her light girl physique. She looked just like him though she was almost an opposite of Grim. She had one streak, Grim had two. She had Green eyes, Grim had a Green and White Eye. She was a girl, Grim was a boy. It was almost like looking in a mirror, to see the opposite of yourself clear and steadily. I strode next to Grim, and picked him up. He kept his gaze on the girl, not moving it as he was put upon my shoulder. "Hello there!" she girl suddenly called. But not towards me know, no , towards Grim. "What is your name?" she added, as she put her hand out. Grim quickly grabbed the young girl's hand, and was picked up from my shoulder to her arm. "What is your name?" she repeated again. Grim smiled, hugging her face endearingly.
"Grim! Grim!" he replied, as the young girl smiled. "My name is Greed! As from the looks of it, you look just like me!" I just looked there stunned, who was this girl? And why was she so friendly toward my Grim? "Um...Little Girl...Uh...Greed?" I asked, wondering who would name a child that. "How do you know Grim?" Greed just smiled, her teeth pearly and white. "I don't know him. But I will get to know him now. Thank you for my sibling! Goodbye now!" she said, and she quickly turned and dashed off in another direction. "Wha...wha...Wait!" I called, hesitating slightly than chasing after her. Grim squealed and screamed. Whether is be of fright or of thrill, I didn't know. My main concern was to find out who this little girl was, and why she was taking my Grim away!
"Come back here!" I yelled, once more. The snow was thick in the area she chose to run, so my pace of running slowed greatly. But the young girl ran fast and easy in the snow, her legs tapping lightly and slightly against the ground. Grim still squealed at the running, and pounced up and down in the dismay of the little girls grip. "Would you stop?!" I yelled, and quickly ran enough to catch a hold on the little girl's arm. "Where do you think you were going?" I yelled at her. Greed flailed under my grip, calling out the words, "Momma! Momma!" My eyes grew wide, she had a mother? Well of course she would, she was too young to take care of herself. "No one is going to hear you words because we are in the middle of the forest!" I said to her. I quickly jerked her hand, and Grim fell to the floor. With the onslaught of Greed's scream for help and Grim's crying, I called to her, "Mother....Who is your Mother?!" Greed's voice grew sharp as she replied, "I'm...I'm not telling! Now let me go!" I held her back some more, rage within my tone as I repeated myself. "WHO IS YOUR MOTHER?!" Greed cried her answer to me once more before I let go, "Nana Minami! That is my mother! Now please let me go! Let me gooo!" With my grip off, Greed ran in another direction and didn't even look back as she ran.
Grim continued his crying, and I looked down...My eyes wide and full of tears. Nana Minami...She was...She was....Clint's ex-girlfriend. I dubbed her as my worst enemy, the one I wanted to see suffer more than Clint. And yet, I chose Clint to suffer. For him to take my pain away. Tears began to roll down my cheeks, then my screams grew in unison with Grim's. It felt good to scream like so, felt so great to. It helped my express myself, and get rid of...All this anger and frustration.
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Posted: Fri Feb 22, 2008 12:10 pm
Chuga Chuga Chapter 6:
Anger Causes Change
My screaming came to a halt. Grim continued to cry out out loud, until I called his name. His eyes watched mines, and I studied the features of him. Everything reminded me of Clint. The bleached white hair, the green eyes, the common demin shorts. Everything was made to resemble that good-for-nothing, and it angered me so. I picked Grim, and he smiled slightly. He then thrusted his arms out, wanting a hug. I denied him, and held him afar in arm length. He cried wails upon wails of cries. But they were ignored, and my grip on him tightened. The cries of wanting to hug changed into cries of wanting to let go. My grip didn't loosen, and my glare stood strong on Grim as the tears of anger rolled down my cheek. "Why...How...How could you do this to me?! I loved you, and I thought you were mines! But you lied, and lied, and lied! And let me with nothing but myself! I hate you! I wished for so long...So long...That you wouldn't leave me...But you did! You did! God, I hate you, just the spite of seeing you! Seeing anything like you makes me want to...makes me want to...!" At that moment, Grim went flying. I don't know how far I threw him, but he definetly went a an unfortunate long distance due to my anger.
My mind went blank for a moment, what had I done? What had I done?! I just threw...the only company I had for such a long time. I didn't tell them too, but my feet just thrusted forward and spasmed as I ran forward. I ran toward the direction of where I threw Grim. He had already landed somewhere, but I continued to run. Thoughts ran through my mind. What if he got caught up on a tree? Or worse! A running river or something...?! My dumb self ran some more, into the direction of the woods until I came to a stop.
Within the snow, he was half buried. But what I could see, his denim shorts showed perfectly outside of the white blanket that covered his top half. "Grim?!" I called again, but he did not stir. Dropping on my hands and knees, I whisked the snow that was on top of him off. Picking him up gently in my hands, he laid there motionless. "Grim?! GRIM?!" I called, looking down at him. The only thing that came to mind was, "Hana, you really ******** up this time. Your only company, and you go and kill 'em. G'job genius, maybe you would would win an award for being the world's ******** stupid a** idiot."
Suddenly, as I was about to give up and commit myself to make Grim a burial in the snow, he stirred. His left arm just picked up and shook slightly, but it was a good enough attempt of life for me. "OH GRIM!" I yelled, as I squeezed him against my face. "Your alright!"
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Posted: Mon Mar 03, 2008 3:52 pm
Chuga Chuga Chapter 6:
No One, Not Even my Mother. Hurts Her! Ever since that fit mother had, since throwing me. I ignored her. She wasn't worth talking to anymore, for I believed I would get more hurt than myself just getting thrown. But that same night, I changed and took human form. I was amazed! I had no idea how I did, but I know it had something to do with Mother. She has left for school, whatever that is, and I condemned myself to her room. But since I was an eager pupil wanting to learn...I decided to go to school myself. For one day, I went to school and outstandingly got skipped ahead a couple of grades. Fourth grade was where I was sent, and my was I excited! To make matters even better, I knew the teacher! He was the Professor who lived next door to Momma. He was the first one I talked to when I hit human form, so he was truly considered my friend.
But it was not her looks or talents that intrigued me, it was her intelligence. She was surprisingly good at Mathematics, and it was impressive to the fact she could work up to Eleventh Grade Math while only being that of the age of 10.
[[ Note: Grim has a somewhat intelligence fetish. I now finally thought of a reason for why he loves his sister. Only a warning to those to aren't a fan of the twincest. O: ]]
But saddened me quickly, I cannot love her. Siblings we are, and odd it would be. But overall, I will tease her. If she speaks more intelligence, it will just make me happier. But my dear older sister had some data she wanted to collect from Mother, and I had no choice but to oblige. Did I agree upon what she said, or how intelligent she spoke it? Anyways, she wanted to talk to mother, and I had to stand by her side in case my older sister became hurt. We had left her house, but I still hadn't let go of her hand. I was only teasing her, but she seemed to hate it. I guess this is what it was like, being an annoying little brother and enjoying the pestering. As we neared my house, Greed quickly shot for the door but I pulled her back. "Don't just rush into there! There is a madwoman behind that door!" I said, but she just glared at me. "How can you say such a thing!?" she retorted. "Calling to your mother like that...Horrendous!" Her voice called a large adjective of English Literature and heart almost raced. Ah! She was truly smart! But I had no choice, I had to reconcile myself and allow her to pass. She let go of my hand and she fled into the house, and mother lay perched upon the kitchen label, cutting random amounts of foods. "Misses...Misses...Misses Grim's Mom?" Greed said as I heard her, I wasn't ready to walk inside. But a couple moments later, I heard the clatter of dishes and the scrambling of innocent sneakers against the kitchen floor. Greed came running out, her eyes full of tears. "What...What in the world happened?!" I said as it was the first time I saw her cry. Heck, it was her first time ever crying. "What did she do to you!?"
Sniffling, Greed couldn't speak for how scared she was. But laid across her arm laid a large gash. Not deep, but sure to stay for a while and noticable. I needed to know what happened, so I grabbed her and said, "Greed, what happened?! What did that woman do to you?!" Greed just sniffled once more before slightly saying, "...Knife...." and then shutting her mouth. I got the point now, Mother pulled a Knife for her. I growled, and got up to step inside. Greed just looked at me wide-eyed. "What are you doing fool!?" she said as she wiped the tears from her cheeks. "Your gonna go get yourself hurt too!" I just clenched my fists in rage as I replied, "It doesn't matter. The woman hurt my sister. Greed, sit here on the lawn and relax...It is time for me to play protective big brother."
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Posted: Thu Apr 03, 2008 4:26 am
Chuga Chuga Chapter 6:
A Mother and Her Son I steadied myself to the doorway to have a better look at my Mother. Her arms were still clenched in fists of rage but the weapon she had used to attack was sitting upon the ground. I wanted so much to run underneath her and give her a good slashing just like the one she gave Greed outside upon her arm. But instead, I quietly walked passed her and stood against the cabinet door. She had not noticed me for her gaze was down and I sneaked passed the kitchen to the back bedroom. This room where I stood was going to be my new room since I have changed, but it wasn't worth it anymore. I gathered most of the things I had...Though they were very little. Some old library books that needed to be returned, bookbag for school, a couple of old snacks when I got hungry at night, some loose money and jingled as I picked it up and....This? What is this?
I moved my hand under one of the books I had as I eyed something poking its edges out from under the pages of the book. I laced my fingers underneath it and slipped it out. Suddenly, a frown appeared on my face. Was this frown of sadness or of anger? It was sort of hard to decide at that point whether it was, for I had mixed feelings about the event that just occured. I love my Mother, yes, what child wouldn't. But it hurt to see her commit such an action on Greed, probably on of the other beings on this Earth who could understand
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