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 Posted: Mon Oct 10, 2005 4:52 am
At 3 AM, the Gaian Regional HQ of the Fleet is still dark and still.
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Posted: Mon Oct 10, 2005 4:47 pm
Oh no, there was no way she was going to miss this appointment. She needed this. She had to have her reward. It was worth any cost. Any cost at all.
After having these sort of thoughts running through her mind all day, Sunil had almost felt relief when the clock at the Manor struck 2am. Almost. Really she felt a further coiling in her gut.
So close, so close. The minutes had seemed to drag on since then, but she didn't dare disobey the letter. Oh no, the letter had made promises and she needed to keep up her end. And so it was several minutes after 3 am according to the clock she could see on a nearby clocktower when Sunil made her way into the waiting room of the Feien HQ.
"Secretary's desk," she muttered to herself, flying haphazardly around the room. "Blotter pad, blotter pad."
Finally, she alighted nervously on a desk and began shuffling around. The edge, she had to find the edge to get underneath. She was sorely tempted to just scratch her way through the blotter pad to whatever was hidden underneath, but she didn't dare.
"Silence is key," she muttered. "Silence, shhhh! Don't want to share. No sharing. ALL MINE." She clapped a horrified hand over mouth so hard she bruised her already chapped lips. "Quiet, quiet." She shushed to herself as she got her hands on the side of the blotter and began to pull it up.
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Posted: Mon Oct 10, 2005 8:53 pm
There was a bump under the blotter, where a clingfilm-wrapped piece of cupcake lay. With this was also a note. The Shabby Man Ms. Sunil, Here is some cupcake. You'll probably notice that it's not enough cupcake. I can get you more -- but first I need a favor. Get me one of Ms. Averno's pretty black curls and you'll have as much cupcake as your heart would ever desire. Put it right here under the blotter when you're done and draw a star on the blotter so that we can know you're finished. Won't that be fun? Just one curl, Ms. Sunil. Your friend, the Shabby Man There was nothing else.
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Posted: Tue Oct 11, 2005 5:32 am
Oh god, a piece of cupcake! Sunil tore into the clingfilm, ripping it into tiny shreds which she carelessly flung all over the top of the desk.
When she had the piece of cupcake free of it's wrapping, she paused briefly to inhale the glorious scent before shoving the entire thing in her mouth. After several seconds of bliss, she took time to gather up every little crumb she could find and licked the clingfilm for good measure.
"Oh yes," she sighed, feeling just slightly better. The edge was off her craving. She could feel it somewhere in the background driving her, but it was no longer the only thing on her mind. Now she could read the accompanying note.
She had to read it several times before she felt she truly understood it and then folded it up to bring home with her. Now that she wasn't quite as out of it, she regretted destroying the first letter. With a couple glances around her, she took off into the night. She needed to make plans.
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Posted: Fri Oct 21, 2005 4:02 pm
It was late at night when Sunil finally slipped into the HQ, a small curl of black hair gripped tightly in one fist. It had been simple to steal the curl before Zayne retired for the evening and then to slip out of the house after dark. And now Sunil could finally complete her task.
Inside the HQ she alighted on the desktop and made her way over to slip the curl under the blotter. Then, shaking a bit, she located a pen and scribbled a messy star on the blotter. Satisfied, she threw down the pen and buzzed out. She would wait a bit and see what result this action produced.
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Posted: Thu Nov 03, 2005 4:50 pm
There was another bump under the blotter, where a clingfilm-wrapped entire cupcake lay. With this was also a note. The curl was gone. The Shabby Man Ms. Sunil, You are a special girl so here is my most specialest of cupcakes. I want you to eat the entire whole thing up and tell me if you enjoyed it. Thank you very much for getting me a curl, I do appreciate it. I know that it is very hard these days. Things are so odd around here, aren't they, Ms. Sunil? Everyone is behaving badly. You may want to put some of that beef tea on your hurt face. You have a very small face now. You didn't used to have a small face. I bet that's sad. I'm bored. Tell me a secret. Your friend, the Shabby Man There was nothing else.
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Posted: Sat Nov 05, 2005 6:17 pm
Sunil checked back at the HQ obsessively until she received a reply to her false offering. She had been concerned that it would be rejected, but when she saw the lump under the desk blotter she knew that she had been successful. Sharing a private giggle with herself, she hugged herself close and tugged the reply out from under the blotter.
Sunil tore the cupcake out of its clingwrap and began stuffing it into her mouth as she read the note. She stopped, the surface strewn with crumbs, when she got to the end.
There was no mention of more cupcakes.
Glancing at the fourth of the cupcake still laying on the desk, Sunil quickly swallowed down what was in her mouth - and fought the urge to keep going. Instead, with the clarity that a little cupcake brought, she wrapped up the remainder to bring home.
Then, flipping over the letter she had received, she began to write a response.
Sunil Shabby Man, What happened to "all the cupcakes I could eat"? I found only one with this note and just one isn't going to be enough. I demand more cupcakes! I do not know what you mean by beef tea, but I am not surprised you know I was once an adult. I am not sad about being a juvenile. I would be sad if I was you though, you must be very ugly to only communicate with people through notes and poisoned cupcakes. I wasn't going to give you a secret, but you did give me a cupcake. Here is my secret: That curl was not from Averno. So you should be even more sad, because you're stupid. I only say this because you must be honest with your friends. Your friend, Sunil
Sunil shared another private giggle with herself, feeling high on life, before she took her clingwrapped burden and flitted out of the HQ.
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Posted: Sat Nov 05, 2005 8:48 pm
There is another note, and no cupcake. the Shabby Man Dearest Sunil, That was a bad secret. However, I have a bad secret too. That cupcake was a special cupcake. That cupcake was a very special cupcake! That cupcake had a double dose in it of my special medicine. Usually I only put a little bit of special medicine in every cupcake. I like to call this medicine fairy poison, Miss Sunil and unfortunately there will be nobody to clap their hands for you. I am sure you feel very sick right now! There will be lots of blood coming out your ears. There will be lots of blood coming out your skin. Red goes nicely with blue oh dear oh dear. But since I am a nice man and since I bet you would misspell words in your will I will give you a chance. Maybe you can write me a very pretty letter in which you tell me how awful you are and how nice I am. After that I will tell you how to get to me in person and I will give you an antidote to stop you becoming Miss Sunil the Rock. Here is another secret because I feel so very much for you. The secret is this. Everybody else is filled with the same magic medicine too and they eat it and it makes their skin pop open but they can't stop wanting it. I think that this is the funniest thing ever! Tendernesses, the Shabby Man There was nothing else.
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Posted: Sun Nov 06, 2005 1:52 pm
Sunil was indeed beginning to bleed out of both her ears and skin. Even during her lucid periods, she couldn't stop shaking and moaning. It was obvious to everyone that she was dying. In desperation (and annoyance) Zayne took her to the Feien HQ.
On the way Zayne managed to get enough out of Sunil to locate the note on the desk. Unfortunately, it was way beyond Zayne's reading level - so she placed a call to the manor. After quite a while, Alena showed up at the HQ and read the letter out loud to both herself and Zayne.
Sighing, Alena pulled a fresh piece of stationary out of her bag and began to compose a reply letter. Both she and Zayne agreed that it should be signed 'Sunil', although it was probably clear to all that it wasn't written by her.Sunil Dearest Mr. Shabby Man, You are quite right. I have been a very naughty little fairy and I feel very sorry. You are obviously very kind to give me another chance, so that I do not have to pay for my terrible acts yet. I have always been a mean little fairy and I do not know why. I call people names and I hit them, which I know I shouldn't do. I'm sure that you do not do these things, Mr. Shabby Man. I am sure that you are very kind and forgiving to other people. You may have poisoned me (and the others), but the cupcakes were very, very yummy. It was very thoughtful of you to bake them for us. I am very glad you are a nicer fairy than me. I really do not wish to become Miss Sunil the Rock. I am very, very, very sorry Mr. Shabby Man and I would love to have the opportunity to tell you just how sorry I am in person. You are a wonderful person, Mr. Shabby Man, because you have shown me the error of my ways. Ashamed and awed, Sunil
Alena signed the note and sighed at Zayne, who was holding Sunil tightly as the fairy tried to thrash around and a couple drops of blood landed on the letter.
"Perhaps," the older girl offered, "Sunil is getting what she deserves."
"Or perhaps," Zayne mocked, "someone likes playing God."
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Posted: Mon Nov 07, 2005 1:27 am
There was another note, and what look like cupcake crumbs. The Shabby Man Miss Sunil, Your letter was very nice and I liked it. You can write very prettily when you try so I am very proud of you. I will ask you to a little tea party that I am holding tonight for all the best of my friends. I will hug you better then. Please turn up to the shop covered in not too much blood around maybe eight-fifteen, or eight-thirty if I am particularly late because sometimes I forget things because my brain is a little bit like that. My brain has always been a little bit like that. You are my lovely girl. Tendernesses, the Shabby Man There was nothing more.
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