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 Posted: Fri Sep 30, 2005 1:52 pm
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Posted: Sat Oct 01, 2005 8:56 pm
 No posting unless I say otherwise. PM me if you have a gift to drop off, or would like to arrange an RP session. Just don't post here. (Em can do so, however.)
No flaming the journals. You shouldn't even be posting, so flaming is a big no-no. Just don't do it. If I catch you doing it... I'll be mad. So spare yourself (and me) the effort.
Don't RP about things in my journal. Unless your character asks to see my journal (which I will most likely say no to), then you should not know anything that happens in my diary entries unless it has been released in RPs.September 29th: My bloom has arrived!
October 11th: My second bloom has arrived!
October 16th: Serelin has grown to the juvenille stage!
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Posted: Sat Oct 01, 2005 9:01 pm
On the left we see the floorplan for my wonderful house. It's just a small little starter home, but it keeps everyone happy.
Master Bedroom: [x]
This is where I sleep.
Bedroom 2: [x]
This room belongs to Aris.
Bedroom 3: [x]
The room belongs to Corsel, and Sreas.
Great Room: [x]
Our relaxation-station.
Kitchen: [x]
Snackage. Also where Cier sleeps.
Garage: [x]
Where I put the car? WARNING: Enter at your own risk!
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Posted: Sat Oct 01, 2005 9:09 pm
Name: Corsel
Gender: Male
Date of Appearance: July 7th, 2005
Stage: Matured (III)
Favourite Colour: Green
Favourite Number: 27
Favourite Hobbies: swimming, reading, talking, sleeping and running.
Personality: Corsel and I like to badger each other playfully. He's not a very good loser, and he's not a very gracious winner, so I try to keep him away from competitive situations. He's friendly, but by no means shy.
Name: Aris
Gender: Female
Date of Birth: July 12th, 2005
Stage: Teen
Favourite Colour: Red
Favourite Number: 4
Favourite Hobbies: computer, World of Warcraft, flying.
Personality: Aris has been fairly shy ever since she hatched. She doesn't enjoy talking to others, and would trade any social situation for time at her computer. You can often find her there, or out for a midnight soar.
Name: Cier
Gender: Male
Date of Growth: June 19th, 2004
Stage: Child (Final Stage)
Favourite Colour: White
Favourite Number: 9
Favourite Hobbies: sleeping, eating, tag.
Personality: Cier is extremely sarcastic. I give him hell for it, sometimes. He's friendly, but not everyone gets his deranged sense of humour. I wouldn't trust him to keep a secret for too long, if you know what I mean. ;]
Name: Sreas
Gender: Male
Date of Growth: July 26th, 2005
Stage: Child
Favourite Colour: Red
Favourite Number: 12
Favourite Hobbies: reading, watching television, relaxing, nature walks.
Personality: Sreas is quiet, and realizes that he doesn't have to be the life of the party. That said, you can only judge a book by its cover. His true personality is hidden by his actions on the outside.
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Posted: Sat Oct 01, 2005 9:10 pm
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Posted: Sun Oct 02, 2005 6:03 am
[x] Bloom
[x] Juvenille[x] Bloom
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Posted: Tue Oct 04, 2005 1:08 pm
I don't know much about the bloom yet, but I know that it existed once before. I'm not sure why she died, or reverted back to bloom form. I forgot to ask, I was just so excited. Such beautiful colouring and simple gradients sent me in to a squealish frenzy. Poor Cier thought I was having a heart attack.
Cier seems to have grown quite fond of the Bloom. I know - it's silly to think that you can become good friends with a flower, but I guess it's always possible. I just hope it lasts, and I kind of hope she doesn't turn out to be too much like him. I mean, I'm worried that too much sarcasm in one household would annoy me to death. Sreas was thrilled to have a younger sibling, but I think he's afraid it will take him out of the limelight. No worries - I love all my babies. As long as he doesn't burst into flame (literally) when my bloom is around, I'll be fine.
Speaking of which, I'm not quite sure of what to name my bloom. I've heard she was named Hikari in a past life, but that may just be rumor around the shop. Anyways, I don't like the name. It doesn't suit her. For such a pretty bloom, she should have a more elegant name. Hikari just doesn't strike me at a blooming beauty. I'll have to think about it, and maybe ask around the Fweegul shop to see what people think. Speaking of Fweegul, I really need to get my a** to work soon. I haven't been feeling well, so I've been avoiding it. Perhaps I'll write more later, and maybe organize my space a little better. I think I need a file folder to keep my journals in.
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Posted: Tue Oct 11, 2005 6:17 pm
Oh. I forgot to mention. I put in for another Feien. I know, I know, my first one was just a bloom, but it was so pretty! I couldn't help myself. I need more. MORE! Oh, and I got my second bloom. I haven't heard anything about this guy... or girl. Maybe I'll drop down by the shop sometime soon and find out a little more about it.
I forgot to talk about my encounter with Nio a few days ago. Nio's a good guy. He liked the Feien bloom, and I hope to take my Feiens over to see him and Enoh some day in the future. Their Tahnee are pregnant so I should maybe bring a gift. Reminder to self. Bring gift.
Sreas really likes my newer bloom. It may just be because it is red, but he seems to enjoy it quite much. He's been playing with it all afternoon.
Gosh. He's been playing with a flower. I need to get that kid into some sports.
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Posted: Sun Oct 16, 2005 11:16 am
It was early in the morning. Sreas was up reading his book, and everyone else was still asleep. I walked by his room, noticing him stir slightly from his novel once he saw me move.
"I'm not sure. There's something about the sun at this time of day. It's nice." He relaxed back into his bed and pulled the book up towards his nose. "Can I finish up? I'll be around for breakfast. I've only got a few pages left."
"Oh, by all means, go ahead." I said, slowly pulling away from the door frame. "Take all the time you need. We've still got a bit of time before breakfast." I walked away from his room, a smile upon my face. "I've got some good kids." I said to myself quietly, as I walked down the corridor. My finger traced a solemn path along the wall, moving back and forward as I moved towards the kitchen. Old habits are hard to break.
I reached the kitchen, and went to over the freezer. There lay Cier, sound asleep between the peas and the ice trays. I closed the door, and walked towards the sink. I forgot to clean the pots from dinner the night before, so I put the stopper in and started to fill the sink with water. I reached for the dish detergent and raise it over the water. But before I could tip it, I heard a voice.
"You aren't going to put that in my swimming water, are you? I don't want that in my hair!"
I turned around, completely confused about who was there. It didn't sound like anyone I knew.
"I'm not that tiny." I heard a giggle. "I'm here, duh."
I saw something fly by and land on the counter. "I'm your bloom. Now give me a name or then, I won't know who I am!" She smiled at me. "Well hurry up, I want to go swimming in my pool."
"Uh well... I can't name you that fast. I don't know anything about you." Instinctively, I ran to the pot where I had placed the blooms. Surely enough, only one was still there.
"Fine, but I'm going swimming anyways." She jumped into the water, her wings fluttering behind her on the way down. She floated on the surface of the water, for a second, and then flew out. "It's too hot and warm and burning and hot! I can't swim in that!"
"Oh sorry, it was originally for the dishes." I paused, slightly stunned at how strange this "Feien" was. I reached for the tap and moved it to the right. "There, it'll be colder in a few seconds. So what kind of name do you want?"
"I want one that describes me. It has to be unique - something no one else has and belongs to me and only me. I want it to be a reflection of how good I look."
Sreas walked in carrying his book with his index finger stuck inbetween pages of his book, as if he was holding his page. As he walked into the kitchen, he saw the Feien and stopped. He watched her, and she watched him. After a few moments, the Feien started to speak. "Your clothes are so... out of style. I'd fix them, but I'm going swimming."
"Who..."
"I'm a flower. No really, that's where I came from!" she said, bobbing her head up and down as her hair bounced with it. "Say, you, what's my name again?" she asked me.
"Well, I haven't given you one yet."
"Oh, that's right."
Sreas turned around and walked back towards his room. I didn't blame him, this thing was a nuisance. The Feien jumped into the pool, and I pulled the tap down. "How about naming me... Serelin. It sounds... pretty. Or Beauty. Or Princess. They all sound like they would fit me."
"Serelin isn't too bad. How'd you come up with that?" I watched her flutter around in the sink.
"I was thinking of that word... seren..."
"...ity?"
"Yeah, that's it. It just sounds like something I am."
"Dear god."
"What."
"Oh, nothing. Just keep swimming."
"You're big."
"Just keep swimming."
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Posted: Wed Oct 19, 2005 12:57 pm
This talking thing is driving me crazy. Yes, talking thing. She does quite enjoy talking. Sure, she's pretty, but I'm getting tired of hearing it every few minutes. She just sits there discussing her life, when she's only been alive a mere 3 days. It's like listening to that hampster dance song on fast forwarded replay. Possibly worse.
I've crafted a little shoebox home for Serelin, who seems to have taken to calling herself "Elin". I have to admit that it's fairly cute, and I might find myself doing it soon. The shoebox has a little hardwood floor (made from pre-cut popsicle sticks) and a little bed which I found in the toy store. The lady thought I was weird to be buying a little dollhouse bed and nothing else, but that's alright.
I made the mistake of using my cell phone in front of Elin the other day.
"What's that?""It's nothing.""You can talk to people with it?""Yes. I've just gotta call someone quick so if you could hold on a...""Oh cool! Where's mine? I wanna call my friends!"I couldn't break her heart and tell her she really hadn't made any friends yet. I figured it was pretty obvious, but she didn't quite seem to get it.
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Posted: Sun Dec 18, 2005 9:25 am
Never take Elin to the supermarket. Never. Just a little personal note, since I just made that mistake today.
"Where do you think you're going?!" came a little voice from behind me. I turned to see Serelin, brushing her hair with a toothbrush I had given her.
"Shopping? We need to get some..."
"Shopping!? That sounds awesome!" Her face opened up to a grin. "Buying things is so the way to live! I wanna come to! That way we can buy me something."
I rolled my eyes in disbelief. "I'm going shopping at the supermarket," I enunciated. "Only food there."
"Well, then how about I come with you and we buy me some things?" She smiled at me, batting her eyelashes as if it would change my decision any.
"Alright." I huffed. "You can come along, just no trouble. Anyone else?" I asked down the hall. No replies. "I guess it's just you and me."
"And your money!" She swooped around my wallet and then spiraled towards the door.
We reached the supermarket, and I pulled out a cart from the front. As we walked in, I noticed Elin's eyes come alive as she saw the place.
"So...many...colours. There are blues and reds and greens and blues!"
I gave here a glance, but she continued towards the first rack which contained mostly apples and berries. "I want one of these."
"You don't even know what it is."
"Yes, but they are clear and I can see through them!"
"Alright, you can have one then." I smiled, pulling one of the clear plastic bags she was so interested in from the roll. "But only one. And don't play with it. They are dangerous. But how about I cut it up when we get home and make it into a trampoline?"
"A trampo...what?"
"A trampoline. You jump on them and it springs you up into the air."
"But that will mess up my hair..." Her eyes turned away from the bag as she ran towards the cereal aisle. "Hey! Mini Donuts, like the ones you eat except they are sized for me! I didn't know they sold Feien things here!"
"Well, those are Froot Loops. It's a type of cereal that we eat. But I guess they could make pretty good donuts. Would you like some?"
"Of course I would! And what's this?" She squealed, flying towards the meat aisle.
I grabbed a box, and chased after her, leaving my cart behind. Clearly I wasn't going to get anything done, so I should just try to escape with Serelin as soon as possible. "It's just meat. You don't want it... you won't like it." I said chasing after her.
"Are you kidding? It's so beautiful!"
I ran up behind her to see what she was staring at. I shook my head in disbelief at pulled her away from the metalic surface she was using to see herself. "That's you. Those bars are kind of like mirrors."
"Why do they have mirrors in food shopping places?"
"They have them in all grocery stores, I guess so you have something to lean on. They aren't really mirrors, just reflective. It's stainless steel."
"Oh!" she said, letting out a little squeak of happiness. "Stainless steel! So that if someone drops something, it doesn't leave a stain!"
"Sure." I said, pulling her away from the meat. But she was off before I could put her upon my shoulder. I chased after her, but she was fast, and able to fly over the aisles. I started to panic, muttering under my breath. Where are you... I look away for one second and you disappear...
The intercom came on, with what sounded like an older lady who hadn't quite taken her daily grumpy pill. "Cleanup, aisle 5." I walked towards the aisle. "Repeat, cleanup aisle 5." As I neared the aisle, Elin came swooping in front of me, and landing on my shoulder.
"They shouldn't stack those cans in a pyramid. It makes hard to move. But I got one. See? Soup. It says soup."
I looked down aisle 5 to see about thirty-five cans of soup, laying upon the ground, and only the bottom half of a pyramid remaining. I placed our items on the nearest shelf and proceeded to the exit.
"Where are we going? I wanna see the "meat counter" again!" She twitched, trying to stray from my grasp.
"Sorry, we've gotta go home."
"Why, did Sreas decide to wash his hands or something?" she giggled, laying down upon my hand as I ran through the sliding doors.
No, I just can only handle you in smaller doses. I muttered under my breath.
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Posted: Sat Dec 31, 2005 8:17 am
"Happy Easter!" Serelin chanted, as I walked down the hall. "I made breakfast!" I giggled quietly. "It's Halloween, sweetie. But close enough." I sniffed the air, but caught no sign of the pleasant aroma that usually follows breakfast. "So where is this breakfast?" I inquired. The only trace I could find was an open bag of pancake mix and 5 or 10 dirty pots in the dishwasher."Right here." she said, pointing to a plate on the table with some mini, "Feien-sized" pancakes on them. "Go ahead, try one! I'm good at making them."I smiled. "Well, it's nice of you to do that for us! They look delicious, but here, I'll make some bigger ones for us bigger people.""Okay!" she smiled tearing apart her first pancake. For such a pretty girl, she had some disgusting eating habits.I still, for the life of me, couldn't figure out quite how she had managed to move around the pots and the bag of instant pancake mix. They were all fairly heavy for a Feien. I couldn't think of a reason myself, because I knew for a fact that Sreas was still asleep, so I asked her.
"Hey, Elin, how did you move these pots around?"
Elin smiled, and flexed her tiny arm muscles.
"No, seriously. I can't for the life of me figure it out!"
Elin winked at me, and pulled some string from her pocket, that she had most likely found in my room. She tied it around one end of the pot, and then went flying around the room. She draped it around furniture, lamps, the sink, until finally she tied it to the stove knob. "I was playing with this string and trying to make a web that those spiders use so I could pretend I was a spider." I rolled my eyes, looking at the mess before me. "But then, when I went jumped on this rope here..." she twinged one of the pieces of string "...the pot moved and ran around the floor, then around the lamp, then around the plate cabinet, then around the chair leg, then around the doorknob, until finally, I had jumped the string all the way down to the floor. By then, the pot was on the table."I was amazed she could do this without waking me or Sreas up, but I was a heavy sleeper. I looked at the family room, and sighed. There were little dings all over the room. "And and and then, once it was on the table, I pushed it to the stove, then back to the sink when I was done with it. Cool, no?" I looked at the mess of a sink of unwashed pots. "Elin, sweetie, I know you really wanted to make pancakes, but it's not safe to eat those." She glared at me. "Why... don't you like my cooking?""Of course I do! It's just that... you dragged those pots along the floor, and they are dirty. It's not safe to eat them, you could get very sick." I pulled an unused pot from the cupboard. "And you dinged up the furniture. That's gonna cost me some money to fix, so please don't do it again."
Elin looked at me from the table, slightly teary-eyed.
"Awww, don't worry. I'm sure you made great pancakes. Here, I'll tell you what. We'll make another batch of mini pancakes, and this time I'll help you get out the things we need."
Elin smiled. "Okay, I guess we could do that.""And later, we'll go out trick-or-treating with Sreas and Cier.""Trick-or-treating?""It means you get candy..."
A big grin arose on Serelin's face as she flew over to the stove.
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