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 Posted: Sun Mar 01, 2009 1:04 pm
She'd had her eyes on him for a while.
It was natural, of course - there weren't that many green kids in the Liberty Center's Daycare, and there definitely weren't any other green kids with only one eye; or if there were, they'd certainly evaded Hale Elora's all-seeing gaze.
Well, probably not all-seeing, but she had spent a good long time scoping out the other children after she arrived at the Daycare: it never hurt to have an inventory of your potential enemies.
But this boy didn't seem to belong on that list. He was much more calm than most of the other kids, at least so far. She did suppose that it was possible that he was disguising his inner weirdness or that she'd just caught him at a good time, but she rather hoped not.
It'd be nice to have allies, after all. And those odd looks of his could come in handy in future - what had the TV called it? - intimidation tactics, that was it!
With that thought in mind, she determinedly strode forward (well, bumbled forward -- but it would've been proper striding if her legs had been a bit longer, damnit!) and plopped down next to him.
"Hi!" If there was one thing she'd perfected in her short time on this earth, it was looking cute: she already looked positively angelic without doing anything, but add a dimpled smile and twinkling eyes and you were sold.
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Posted: Sun Mar 01, 2009 3:13 pm
He was green. He was one-eyed. His hands were big and his ears stuck out. These were all things that Wallace, in his own special and childish way, had observed about himself. He had no idea that he might have looked odd, or potentially frightening to the other children in the daycare because it hadn't occurred to him to think about it at all. Wallace was, simply, Wallace. There was no front- no secrets underneath.
The little cyclops sat quietly amongst the healthy, good-natured clutter of the daycare (really, it comes with the territory) with his blonde head bent over a story book. He did not yet know how to read, nor did he really care to. It was the pictures that he liked. His lone eye danced eagerly over the pages of hand-drawn farm animals, as he imagined what the goose might say to the sheep or why the dog worked so hard to please the farmer. In this way he fashioned his own tale about their lives, and was probably more satisfied with the result than he would have been if he could translate the script beneath the image into sensible language.
The unexpected arrival of a little girl by his side and her energetic greeting startled Wallace enough to make him jump. He was shy by nature; not unsure of himself, exactly, because he was blessed with a kind of gentle confidence that was born only from inexperience and gullibility, but he was still, nevertheless, reserved.
It was a couple of moments before he realized it might be a good idea to respond. "Hello," Wallace returned happily, smiling wide and gesturing at his story book, "wanna look?"
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Posted: Tue Mar 03, 2009 8:58 am
"Sure!" He seemed pretty enamored with the book, and although Hale Elora herself wasn't all that into books (too boring - who the hell wants to hear about some dog named Spot, anyway?), she'd definitely make an effort for the sake of making a new friend.
Settling a bit closer to the boy, she looked at the pictures he'd been looking at. They seemed pretty standard fare, at least to her, but she supposed they were kind of nice if you tilted your head and stared at them for a while. Very.. heartwarming, anyway.
"Which one is your favorite?" She gestured sloppily towards the book, still more interested in him than what the papers held.
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Posted: Thu Oct 08, 2009 5:31 pm
Enamored. That was the word for it. Wallace's innocent, still underdevloped imagination ran at a steady, unyeilding pace. He was clever enough to look at the picture of the farmyard and realize that the goose, with its grey neck arched and its wings splayed threateningly, probably wasn't very happy with the fat rat that lingered nearby her nest. Her black eyes were narrowed, and he thought that they might say;
'Get away!' or 'Mind your own business!' or 'I will KILL you if you get any closer.'
He glanced from Hale Elora's angelic face to the pretty illistrations in his book, and chewed thoughftully on his bottom lip as he considered her question. Which one was his favorite? It was difficult for him to choose. All of the pictures were very nice, in their own right. Would it be fair for him to choose just one?
Finally, with a happy little nod of his blonde head, Wallace thumbed backwards a couple pages and pointed, with a chubby finger, at a drawing of a little girl. She cradled a baby pig in her lap, and was feeding him with a bottle. Her parents stood around her, and an axe rested, apparently forgotten, beside the door to go outside.
"This one." Wallace announced squarely. "It is a good one."
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