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Codebreaking Conversationalist
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 Posted: Sat May 24, 2008 2:46 pm
Carwyn wasn't exactly made of money. In fact, he was lucky if he had any spare change these days. That meant he couldn't exactly go anywhere fancy with Celyn. Going to an ice cream shoppe was out of the question, and going to a museum to amuse Celyn's eyes with pretty colors was out of the question as well. However, Carwyn knew there was something he could always count on, no matter how grim and cobwebbed his wallet looked.
After all, there was always the playground, a no expense way for a child to get themselves worn out through physical activity as simple as sliding down a curvy metal plank. When Carwyn showed Celyn where they were heading, the little boy squealed in excitement and made a beeline for the swings. The new father chuckled and sat down on a bench, choosing to let his son go ahead and swing. Nothing could hurt him, right? A little fall off a swing wouldn't really bother Celyn too much, Carwyn hoped.
Leaving his father behind, Celyn nervously situated himself on a yellow swing. Despite loving the swing set, it admittedly always scared the young boy to actually swing. He bit his lip and gripped the steel chain with a grip of death before walking backwards a few steps. His toes flexed and let go inside his black sneakers, and shaky sighs escaped the nervous child's lips as he looked down at the ground beneath him.
As soon as he let his feet off the ground, he squealed loudly. Then, he began the repetitive motion of forward and back, forward and back, going higher and higher each time, his braid swinging more and more. After getting over the initial fright that spooked him every time, Celyn was the picture of childish happiness. His sweet squeals of delight filled the air.
(( I decided to use Celyn. If you wanted Phoenix or both of them, just tell me and I'll rewrite. ))
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Posted: Mon May 26, 2008 7:42 am
Even thought she knew it was in vain, Elda remained hopeful that Malice’s icy manner and bitter personality would melt away leaving her instead with a happy, smiling little girl. Yeah, like that would ever happen.
Still, Elda was willing to put up with anything to try; even if that anything was leaving her work and taking Malice to the playground, in an attempt that being around other children would be beneficial to her; so far no good.
Malice wandered within the boundaries of the play space. No one spoke to her, no one bothered her; in fact, many of the children moved away as she approached. Good, that’s how she wanted it. She spent her time moving, so that Elda would leave her alone, and thinking, mainly about how even if she had wanted to play, she’d mess up her dress.
Suddenly, loud noises filled the air; to Malice they sounded much like a pig squealing in fear. She turned to the source of the sound and saw that a boy about her age had attached himself to the swing set and was screeching every time the swing moved. She headed in that direction, intent on making the other child stop the annoying noise.
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Codebreaking Conversationalist
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Posted: Mon May 26, 2008 9:32 am
Celyn squealed when the swing swung yet higher, waving his feet back and forth while he hung in the air momentarily. Then, he pulled his legs under the swing and headed backwards to a point so high he saw the ground underneath him seem to become smaller. He felt like he was the royalty of the playground when he was up so high! Then, he laid out and went forward again, letting his long braid sweep against the ground as he started his trek upwards.
Celyn continued in this fashion uninterrupted until he saw something move in the corner of his eye. His squeals became slightly quieter as he tried to figure out where the somewhat angry-looking little girl was heading. Well, maybe she was mad because she hadn't gotten to go on the swings yet, so she was going to go on the swing next to him! Then he could have a swinging buddy! Celyn was a sweet boy, and honestly, the thought that she may have been charging towards him with a rather fun-ruining intention never once crossed his mind. Why would anyone do anything besides have fun at a playground, after all?
While he was close to the ground, he let go of the swing with one hand to wave in her direction cheerfully. Then, he realized how high he was and squealed in childish delight once again. His hand bolted back to the metal chain and secured itself there so he had no chance of falling off the swing. He managed to exclaim a, "Hi!," in Malice's direction before he swung upwards in the opposite direction.
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Posted: Mon May 26, 2008 11:02 am
Malice glared at the other child, peeved that the rant she’d been formulating in her head had been spoiled because she’d been noticed before she could begin venting. She stood instead sourly off to the side of the swing set, wondering how she’d get the kid to stop making so much noise, when a particularly loud screech made her cover her ears.
“WOULD YOU STOP THAT!” She snapped loudly at him. “YOU’RE LOUD AND ANNOYING AND YOU SOUND LIKE A SISSY GIRL!” There, it was a start.
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Codebreaking Conversationalist
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Posted: Mon May 26, 2008 11:12 am
The churro boy pouted. Well, that wasn't very nice. It hurt his ears a bit, too. "Are you okay? You sound angry." Celyn, however, wasn't about to stop swinging. He swung by Malice again and another squeal escaped his lips. Unfortunately for Malice, it seemed that her yelling at him hadn't had too much affect on trying to keep him quiet. Though he didn't get any louder, he didn't stop his squeals of delight, either.
"You want to try a swing? They're fun you know." Maybe she was just angry because she wasn't having any fun yet. People that weren't having fun sometimes tried to ruin the fun of others, according to his daddy. Maybe this girl was being so mean and yelling because she wasn't having any fun in the playground yet. Unfortunately, Celyn may have been too sweet for his own good in this situation.
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Posted: Mon May 26, 2008 1:01 pm
“I hate swings.” Malice snapped, the boys carefree happiness was really only serving to make her angrier. “And I’m angry because of YOU!” She spat, putting an extra heavy emphasis on you, so that he’d be sure to get the point.
Something about this kid really gnawed on her nerves, whereas she could usually block out things that annoyed her.
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Codebreaking Conversationalist
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Posted: Mon May 26, 2008 2:13 pm
She was really mad! His eyes watered when she spat that he was the fault of her angry behavior, but then he shook his head and decided to see what the problem was instead. "Why do I make you angry? I'm swinging on the swings! They're fun!" He stopped for a moment, brushing his feet against the ground to slow the swing. Then, he backed up slowly to begin his demonstration of how a swing worked and why exactly they were so fun.
After clearing his throat dramatically, the sweet churro boy declared, "See, they're like this!" He lifted his feet off the ground and swung forward, squealing as he reached the top. As he went backwards, he exclaimed, "It's really fun to do this!" One of those squeals followed before he swung back towards Malice. "You should try it! You can't hate swings!" Or so Celyn currently thought. It seemed this little girl was out to prove him wrong about that supposed fact.
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Posted: Mon May 26, 2008 11:12 pm
Could the boy not take a hint? Malice wondered to herself as she observed his swinging antics. She didn’t want to swing; she’d never want to swing. The plastic seat would mess up and stain her pretty dress, and the wind would ravish her carefully styled hair. Suddenly, she had a though. Malice smiled as sweetly as she could at the other child, but her eyes still sparkled wickedly.
“Oh yes.” She said in her most patronizingly sweet manner. “The swings look very fun. They must be a lot of fun indeed. Especially if you’re a silly little screeching boy who looks and sounds liked a girl.” Her smile widened. “I bet when you leave here you’re going to go home and play with your dollies, right?”
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Codebreaking Conversationalist
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Posted: Tue May 27, 2008 7:30 am
Unfortunately for Malice, being called a girl didn't seem to upset him all that much. Neither did the remark about playing with dollies upset him all that much, for that matter. He just giggled. "No, silly! I cook!" He rubbed a nonexistent beard in thought to appear older before quickly grabbing onto the metal chain again. "I do have a few stuffed animals though. And I like playing with a lot of other things do." It seemed that he was trying to ignore the meanness of the statements she was tossing at him.
Her smile looked a tad creepy. Why was she smiling like that? While Celyn was doing his best to keep his cool despite the calmly delivered insults she was throwing at him, Malice's smile was beginning to give him the chills. He bit his lip and turned away from her face so he didn't have to see her smile like that. After a few moments, he turned back towards her. He may have been able to resist her words, but that smile scared poor Celyn. If it weren't for her eyes, she'd look okay. "Why? Do you have dollies? And why do you think dollies are girly, anyway? Boys can have dolls too, ya' know."
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Posted: Tue May 27, 2008 8:18 pm
“Only sissy mamma’s boys play with dolls.” Malice told him calmly, her eyes never wavering from his face. “You’re scared of me, aren’t you?” She asked, although she already knew the answer; she could practically taste his fear and she enjoyed it. She liked that he was frightened of her, that’s how it should be. When people were scared of you they did what you told them to. When they were terrified they’d be too afraid to hurt you.
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Codebreaking Conversationalist
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Posted: Tue May 27, 2008 8:33 pm
As soon as she indirectly inferred that he was a sissy mama's boy, his expression of mild fright changed to a grinning one. He won this argument! "I don't have a mama." Celyn stated confidently, continuing to swing. She was assuming, and his father said that was bad. His dad was also going to tell him a saying, but then realized it contained a word that 'Celyn shouldn't hear,' whatever kind of word that was... "So I can't be a sissy mama's boy if I don't have a mama. That's why you don't assume stuff. It's mean and makes you look silly."
Of course, this girl was just naturally rather mean. However, Celyn didn't seem to notice that. He still thought she was just angry about not being able to have fun. Yes, her smile did frighten him, but now that he felt like he had proved her assumption wrong, he wasn't quite as frightened. He shook his head to show his supposed lack of fear and kept on swinging. Malice hadn't won yet!
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Posted: Tue May 27, 2008 9:08 pm
Malice just stared at the boy. Was there no winning with this child? She’d begun to forget the reason she’d come over here in the first place. What made this boy tick, she wondered. She toyed with the possibility that he was lying about his parental status, lying was something she did often without hesitation, but dismissed the idea. Still. . .
“You really don’t have a mama?” She asked slowly, voice filled with feigned concern. “Did she die or something to get away from you?” Death was something that Malice wondered about, but didn’t know very much. It was something that adults hid from her, thinking she was too small to understand. But she did know that dieing meant you went away.
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Codebreaking Conversationalist
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Posted: Wed May 28, 2008 8:09 am
As Malice stared at him, Celyn just swung some more, going higher than before and letting out tiny squeals of delight as he did. Fortunately for Malice, her questioning interrupted his delighted noises before they got any louder. "Nope! I've never had a mama. It's always just been Dad and me." He shrugged, swinging some more. "But that's okay, I like my Dad and I don't need a mama; nope!" Celyn grinned and shook his head to show his point.
He pursed his lips. "Do you have a mama?" He assumed she did, since she assumed that he had a mama, but it was bad to assume so he should ask anyway. Maybe she would like if he was nice to her, too. She seemed to be lightening up a bit the more he talked to her, right? After all, she wasn't yelling at him anymore, and yelling meant anger. If there was less yelling, there must have been less anger!
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Posted: Wed May 28, 2008 9:02 am
“NO!” She quickly lied. “I don’t have anybody. I don’t want anybody.” She crossed her arms over her chest and appeared sullen. She didn’t want his pity. Anger she could understand, rage she could relate to, but above all else she hated being pitied. She wanted people to dislike her, not feel sorry for her.
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Codebreaking Conversationalist
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Posted: Wed May 28, 2008 9:09 am
If she didn't want pity, that was probably not the way to go about it. When Malice crossed her arms and yelled that she didn't have anyone, Celyn's swinging slowed. Perhaps that explained why she was yelling so much. "You don't have anyone?" He asked, appearing a bit shocked. His feet scrapped the ground as he stopped swinging altogether and turned towards her. "That's really sad. Is that why you're acting angry?"
Unfortunately, no matter what, that concerned expression was on his face, and he was offering sorrow instead of anger. Celyn thought he was helping, and he hoped he was, but with this girl that may be difficult. "Are you okay? How do you survive without anyone?"
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