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 Posted: Mon Oct 10, 2005 4:48 am
At midnight, the Gaian Regional HQ of the Fleet is dark and still.
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Posted: Mon Oct 10, 2005 6:16 am
She was shivering, and not just because of the freezing cold air. Soho slipped through the small feien sized door of the shop and headed into the waiting room, then down the hallway to the lounge. Her arms wrapped tightly around her body.
Mister Silva Demon didn't love her. He hadn't brought her any cupcakes back, and--and if he wasn't going to do it, she was going to do it for herself, darnit! She wrapped her wings around her body as she floated into the lounge room, glancing from left to right, then back again.
No one else was going to get her cupcake... no one. There! The couch! She unfurled her wings and rushed to it, diving into the cushions to find her precious cupcake.
If Mister Silva Demon didn't love Ruby Soho... well then Ruby Soho would love herself.
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Posted: Mon Oct 10, 2005 7:38 am
There were two small, clingfilm-wrapped items. One was a fragment of yellow-iced cupcake, the other was a small amount of plain white powder. Both of these were accompanied by a note. The Shabby Man Miss Soho, This will be enough cupcake to get you through the next day or so. It won't last. If you do a simple job for me, I will get you enough cupcake to last. All you have to do is mix up this powder in whatever Mr. Silva is eating or drinking, without him guessing what you are doing. It will be our little game and our little secret. Once you've done this correctly go and break the lowest geranium off the pot-plant in the kitchen as a sign, and I will put more here. Your friend, the Shabby Man There was nothing else.
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Posted: Mon Oct 10, 2005 8:02 am
Soho shoved the cupcake into her mouth, gobbling it down as if it were the most wonderful thing she had ever eaten, then took a deep breath as she calmed ever so slightly. Her hand was still shaking, but the rush from the first cupcake was rapidly coming back to her. She picked up the note, reading it... then reading it again as her hand stopped trembeling too much for her to hold the paper still.
She looked at the white powder, cocking her head slightly. Mister Shabby man wanted Mister Silva Demon to eat the white stuff? She paused, remembering what she was being promised in return.
More cupcakes... all she had to do was give this to Mister Silva Demon without him knowing... She hugged the package to her heart and fluttered back to the door. She would need more cupcakes... maybe, maybe Mister Shabby would give her enough for all of her friends!
((Man are you evil! *Goes to sabatoge her badass little feien*))
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Posted: Mon Oct 10, 2005 12:47 pm
The next day, around noon, Soho slipped back into the shop, heading for the kitchen with a worried look on her face. Would someone notice her? She had to do this... if she didn't she wouldn't get any more cupcakes!
She slipped into the kitchen, heading for the geranium and dropping down in the pot. There was one flower that drooped low, so she headed for it, breaking the head off and falling onto her bottom. She looked at the blood red flower for a second before lying it on the dirt.
Surely Mister Shabby Man would get the message. She turned and headed out the door, wondering when she would get more cupcakes.
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Posted: Thu Oct 13, 2005 8:01 am
The wonderful thing about being as fast as Soho, was that she could get to the shop and back before anyone really noticed. She clutched the letter to her chest for a second as she raced to the lounge room and dived into the couch. Quote: Dear Mr. Shabby Man, Thank you oh so very much for the lovely and delicious and oh so good cupcake! I enjoyed every bite! And now that you've gotten Mr. Silva Demon to like the powder that you gave me, he won't be running off to strange places! So thank you thank you thank you! I was worried that he would leave me again. I don't like being lonely, either, you know. But it did get a little scary there when he killed Nick... but he'll be just fine after you give him some more! I'm sure he'd write you a letter too if you asked him! Aleric doesn't look so good, either... but he'll be back to normal after he gets a cupcake, too! I didn't share mine, though. It was too yummy. I like stars, they're so pretty! Sometimes when I'm waiting for Mister Silva Demon to come home I stare up at the stars and wish I could visit. Do you ever stare at the stars? One of these days I'm going to see them up close... At least, that's what I hope. There's so many things I want to see... I wish I could give you a hug for helping me! The cupcakes brought Mr. Silva Demon back to me! Is there any way we could meet so I could thank you in person? Then you wouldn't be lonely anymore! Loves and kisses, Ruby Soho She hid the letter in the couch cushion and zipped out of the building, heading home.
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Posted: Mon Oct 17, 2005 6:50 pm
There is a yellow-iced cupcake wrapped in clingfilm with a note. It is in the usual hiding place. the Shabby Man Miss Soho, I'm so glad you enjoyed the last cupcake. I did like reading your letter. It made me smile. I don't smile a lot but you made me smile. I am very fond of you and your letters. That's nice, don't you think? It's very sad that Mr. Silva runs off and leaves you places. I think it shows that he doesn't feel a lot. But now that he has the powder he can feel again and it will be nice, won't it? I bet that if we go out and stare at the stars like I usually do we'll be staring at them at the same time and it will be like we're together. I stare at the sky often, dear Miss Soho. I think it holds so many things. Maybe one day you will be able to give me a hug. Why don't you tell me about other hugs you've had? Does Mr. Aleric hug you? Does Mr. Silva? Do they hug you very tight or is it a loose hug? Does anybody else hug you? Do you like it? What does it feel like? Yours tenderly, the Shabby Man There is nothing else.
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Posted: Mon Oct 17, 2005 9:03 pm
She showed up faithfully at midnight once again, diving into the cushion and happily eating the cupcake before taking the note home to read and respond. Almost fifteen minutes later she came back, a new letter in her hand to be hidden in the couch cushion. Quote: Dear Mister Shabby Man, I'm so glad you liked my letter! I worked very hard on it, you know. And Mister Silva Demon has been nearby all this time! But... um... well, you see, I don't know if it's quite a good thing or not... Nick is dead, you know. And last night I found this ucky, ucky dead thing in the backyard! It's skull was smooshed flat and it's body was covered with flies and-- It's scary, Mister Shabby Man. I'm not sure how he did it, but... But it'll be okay, right? You'll promise me it'll be okay, right? I get lots of hugs! Tight ones, loose ones, all sorts! Mister Silva Demon and Aleric are both very good for cuddling with. When they hold me I feel like I'm in the safest place in the entire world! And when they hug me I can hear their hearts! They go lub-dub lub-dub against my ear. It sometimes puts me to sleep. Mister Silva Demon's is louder than Aleric's... Aleric's is calm and comforting. I hugged Nick and Nack, too! They're friends of mine that help Mister Silva Demon and Aleric train. Well... used to. And I've hugged my sister Burgundia! I love Dee so very much! She's so sweet and kind, and adorable! And she has the cutest of accents! She's a very good hugger, too. I haven't had a hug for a while, though... I miss it. I hope you're right. I'd like to hug you someday. I miss my cuddles. They're important. Now I'm going to go stare at the stars for a bit like you said. They're so pretty. Loves and Kisses, Ruby Soho She flitted out of the room, with just the tiniest of things bothering her. But Mr. Shabby Man wouldn't let everything fall to pieces... He knew how important cuddles were, too, right?
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Posted: Thu Nov 03, 2005 4:56 pm
There is a blue-iced cupcake wrapped in clingfilm with a note. It is in the usual hiding place. the Shabby Man Miss Soho, I hope one day I can cuddle you tight. But not too tight because too tight might mean squeezing all of the blood out of you and that would be bad. It's not good to lose all your blood. I know this personally. I don't think your friend Mr. Silva knows about it, though. I am so terribly worried about your friend Mr. Silva! I think he is sick. He will be okay eventually. Everything will be okay eventually. I just think that he is going through a bad period where he doesn't love you at all. Some people go through these. It's bad not to be loved. But I love you. I am your special friend! It is also okay to run away. Maybe if you run away you'll find me and I will keep you safe until Mr. Silva loves you again, which may be next month or it may be never. Would you like to know where I live? Yours gently, the Shabby Man There is nothing else.
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Posted: Fri Nov 04, 2005 4:12 pm
Soho fluttered in, her movements rough and unbalanced. Tears of blood would slowly trail down her cheeks, almost drying before a new one would flow. she shouldn't have come... she shouldn't have... But she needed to feel loved. Mister Silva Demon had disappeared almost a week before, and Aleric was gone... she didn't know where...
She dropped down on the couch, wrapping her arms around her body and trembling slightly as she headed for the couch cushion. She pulled out the cupcake and the note, looking at the note first for once. Her hand was trembling so much that it shook. But she read it.
"Mr... Mr. Shabby Man..." She whimpered, falling to her knees. "I miss--I miss Mister Silva Demon..." She went on, real tears blending with blood. "I just... I just want things to go back to the way they were!!"
She looked at the cupcake, knowing that it would taste good, but... "I'll... I'll give Mister Silva Demon the cupcake. Then... then he'll love me again." She whispered, her trembling hands picking up the wrapped cupcake as she took to the air.
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Posted: Sun Nov 06, 2005 1:39 pm
Soho came into the shop, a stick and a small cloth wrapped bundle over her shoulder, a hesitant look on her face. Mister Silva Demon said she needed to run away... so she had.
But... But she would do it. She had to. Her body was starting to fall apart on her, blood trickling from her eyes and nose and lips. Someone had to make this all better...
She dropped down on the couch, curling into a ball. Would he come to her? Or was she wasting her time?
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