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 Posted: Sun Mar 08, 2009 5:00 pm
Edwin Pallone
Adopted on: 08/03/2009
Gender: Female
Age: Baby
Type: Red roses
Favorite CPK: Unknown
Least Favorite CPK: Unknown
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Posted: Sun Mar 08, 2009 5:02 pm
 Introduction.
I. Certification
II. The beginning
III. Flat forty six
IV. The rose
V. The guardian
VI. Companions
VII. Friendships
VIII. Belongings
IV. The past
X. Memories
XI. Art
XII. Rules and Regulations.
XIII. Growth Requirements
XIV. Entry
XV. Credits....Tungsten Filament.
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Posted: Sun Mar 08, 2009 5:04 pm
Home. Flat forty seven is placed upon the top floor of a dingy block of flats. The house itself is part of the local terraced housing estate, situated just on the edge of Barton, particularly near to both the University, library and local print houses. Which, in essence, is why Emiko, after years of renting her flat as a student, bought the tiny abode at the tender age of nineteen: and has been living there ever since. Merely a stones throw away from both work, and local amenities, with a local park close to boot: there has been no reason to date to graduate from the bachelor's pad.
The flat itself is minuscule, compact, cramped and full to the brim with bookshelves. The living room stretches to fit Emi's fading brown sofa, a small television, an oblong coffee table, a rustic rocking chair, and of course six bookshelves. Whilst the furniture may be been old, it's well kept, and a few woolen plus patchwork blankets cover age of both sofa and chair nicely.
Adorning the room are piles of newspapers, some bundled up, some loose, reflecting back on years of work: and whilst these were meant to be sorted into various folders, even the best laid plans some times do not always ripen into completion. Apart from the copious amounts of coffee cups laid strategically around the living room, there are photos of memories almost everywhere you look. Pictures of colleagues, work 'dos', family, Toby, and even a few newspaper clippings frame the walls and cupboards, making up for the clear lick of paint the walls so desperately needed.
Just off the living room is a small kitchen, a small work area that Emi takes no pride in at all. Most of the pots and pans are still where they put themselves when she first moved in, gathering dust no doubt.
A hallway off the living room lies the only real redeeming feature of the flat, with two identical rooms, and a bathroom hanging off to the right. Whilst one room is packed with a double bed (a hope laid in vain) and a bookshelf, the other houses a small study desk and one of the best views of the house: a window leading onto the roof above. Once again, not even the bathroom escapes the piles of books stacking up by the bath.
What Emi had convinced herself to be a temporary house had eventually become home. Whilst not the largest of places, it is home to this pair....Central processing unit.
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Posted: Sun Mar 08, 2009 5:06 pm
The rose.
{Basics}
Name: Edwin Pallone
Name meaning: Apparently, Edwin means ‘wealthy child’ in old English, however, that wasn’t the first inspiration for her name. Edwin’s name was inspired, and thus, she’s named after a tiny, sleepy village on the outskirts of Nottinghamshire called Edwinstowe.
Won on: 08/03/2009
Adopted on (In character): 13/03/2009
'Born on': 01/04/2009
Nicknames: Leafy,
Species: Cabbage Patch Kid (Red roses)
Age: Baby (Appears between the age of one to two.)
Gender: Female
Posts in: Size ten, dark red.
Martial status:
Crushes:
Closest friend:
{Aesthetics}
Height: One foot exactly.
Build: Baby-chubby.
Skin tone: A healthy rosy pink.
Hair colour: Dark pink.
Eye colour: Green.
Special features: Edwin has four roses attached to her hair, as well as two smaller flowers that hang down underneath her ears.
Abilities (if any):
Attire:
{Personality}
Hobbies:
Likes:
Dislikes:
Phobias:
Song:
Quote:
...Reciever.
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Posted: Sun Mar 08, 2009 5:08 pm
The Guardian.
 
{The basics}
Name: Emiko Pallone
Nickname: Emi.
Species: Unknown, appears to be some sort of ferret mix.
Age: Late thirties. (Thirty seven to be exact.)
Posts in: Grey.
Marital status: Single, and not looking.
Family: Mother recently deceased, and with Emi’s Father is somewhat of a wild, rogue traveller, apart from her sister who is known only via the telephone- none that would be present to speak of.
Occupation: Journalist for a local newspaper.
Living: Emi lives in a small, two bedroom, bachelor's pad on the outskirts of town. Well known to be the 'student' area of town, in truth, the only reason why she still lives there is the vicinity of the flat to her workplace, which is less than a street away.
Having lived there for the past twenty years, it is little to no wonder why the place has outgrown the vast amount of bookshelves she has collected over the years.
{Aesthetics}
Height: Barely scrapes four foot.
Build: Emi’s fur makes up most of her build, and as of such she’s often rounder in the winter, and sleek in the summer. However, minus her fur, the furry would be a bag of bones, which is no doubt allied with her lack of general culinary expertise.
Fur: Caramel brown, with mocha markings. Also, as a note, her fur is extremely thick, and soft.
Hair colour: Emi’s dark brown, curly locks hang down by her shoulders, although whether this is by choice or just general laziness to go to a hairdresser is a subject up for subjection.
Eye colour: Bright, sea blue.
Ears and tail: A very, very fluffy set of ears and tail adorn Emi’s head and back respectively. Her tail is ridiculously long, at least half her height (if not more), and ends in a ‘poofy’, caramel tip. Yet, despite its size, the furry has an almost astute control of her long appendage- and often uses it to open doors, close cabinets plus utilising it for various other mundane tasks.
Her ears lie with the same story, they lie flat against her head, with their own fluffy brown tips. Yet, strangely, despite having such large ears, Emi’s hearing is not quite as perceptive as one might think at first. While she can pick up much higher (and lower) pitches than that of a ‘normal’ human being, other than that her hearing is as great as any ‘average’ person.
General demeanour: Addicted to work, most of Emi’s wardrobe consists of various comfortable skirts, jeans, jackets and polo necks. Luckily, the newspaper she works for holds a questionable dress code, so Emi’s apparel could easily be described as ‘smart-casual’, which usually meant back in the day you would have found a younger Emi clad in various vintage waistcoats, layers of beads with a smattering of her own unique style sprawled across each outfit (many of which can still be found in the back of her wardrobe). However, with the years, Emi’s spunky style reclined back into whatever was comfortable to hand.
On the rare occasion that she’s not working, her attire is much of the  same, a vast array of comfortable, worn pastel/brown jumpers and trousers. (Oh, and not to forget scarves- Emi can never have too many striped scarves.)
The only thing missing from Emi’s wardrobe is shoes and socks – after all, why do you need a pair of shoes when you have paws?
{Personality}
Emiko Pallone is in three words a middle aged workaholic. What aspirations the gifted eighteen year old left her house with ended up with her landing her tail as a journalist in a not-so-well-known Gaian newspaper, and she has not moved from this job since. To say this would have been far from her worldly aspiration’s as an author when she left University would be an understatement, but despite only being a small fish in a very large pond (full of other more successful, bigger fish), she has worked harder each day since she joined, and has gone from a general office lackey to a writer in what she would like to think as a highly successful daily column. (Although, whether it is successful or not remains as a secret to her few and far between readers.)
Apart from her work, Emi spends her time squandering huge amounts of money into reading a vast array of books, drinking coffee, and spending her spare time with some of the most unlikely co-workers. Between friends, she’s friendly, reliable, punctual, if a bit of a pushover at times, panicky with new situations, hasn’t got a great amount of confidence and just a general lack of social etiquette when it comes to talking with others (other than about work) come together to form her highly compact friendship net consisting of one person, and her dog, Toby, who has been with her since she joined the paper.
Seemingly rather too engrossed with work, she can come off as not really having much of a social life, and in truth, she hasn’t. To Emi, engrossing herself in hard work is her way to compensate for her lack of progress, lack of a decent relationship that wasn’t with a co-worker, and just general lack of life skills. While she could write out a twenty five page article on sheep roaming over a field, cooking an egg still appears to be a hurdle she has not managed to jump, let alone talking to a person of the opposite sex fluently.
Emi in ten words: Self-conscious, workaholic, inward, friendly,
Background: To come soon.
...Transmitter.
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Posted: Sun Mar 08, 2009 5:10 pm
Companions.  {The dog}
Name: Toby
Gender: Male
Breed: Sheltie
Description: Toby is your traditional sheltie, short, and with Mahogany Sable markings (darker brown markings around the face, ending in a brown nose, with a white mane, and black/brown markings on the rest of his body). He has a long shaggy coat which requires grooming almost twice a day, and a long pointed nose completes the appearence of this breed.
Brief Personality: Having been with Emi for a number of years, Toby is the optime of being 'laid back'. He takes each day as it comes, facing the daily talks of his owner, and happily snaffling the treats that come with his attentive listening. When Emi's not around, this old dog loves nothing more than sleeping, eating, and then waiting for his owner to come home. Being a grand fifteen years of age, he isn't too fond of walking, and as of such living on the top floor is not the issue it was when he was a puppy.
Normally quiet, the only thing that is likely to induce a noise from the dog is loud noises - he's easily spooked.
{The colleague}
Name: Klia
Gender: Female
Age: Thirty three (However, she tells most she’s twenty seven)
Description: Klia is one of two office receptionists. Loud, brash, and not easily dragged away from her gossip magazine, it’s a wonder Klia and Emi get along like they do. Two opposites, Klia’s been Emi’s friend for as long as she can remember, and when Klia’s not dragging the furry along to her latest fiasco she’s trying her hand at finding a man for herself.
 In stature, Klia is a short, busty brunette who accentuates her hourglass figure with tight fitting pencil skirts and blouses. In mind, Klia is not very academical or artistic, but what she lacks in brain she makes up with in enthusiasm, throwing herself into one project to the next with barely a breath between each. Unfortunately, her largest project in life is finding Emi a bloke, determined that the lack of spice in her bedroom is what evolved into the reclusive furry to date.
Needless to say, acquiring Edwin was another one of these fantastic ideas.
...Spark Plug.
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Posted: Sun Mar 08, 2009 5:12 pm
Friendships.  Name: Carmel
Journal: X
Friend/Foe: Most certainly friends.
Thoughts: Edwin has dance class with Carmel, and subsequently thinks she has an amazing tail. Edwin's also very impressed by this girls ability to dance.
 Name: XXX
Journal: X
Thoughts: XXX...Pilot Light.
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Posted: Sun Mar 08, 2009 5:14 pm
Belongings. ...Cathode Ray Tube.
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Posted: Sun Mar 08, 2009 5:16 pm
The past. 08/03/2009 - 01/04/2009 01/04/2009 - ??? ...Electromagnetic induction.
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Posted: Sun Mar 08, 2009 5:18 pm
Memories. {Out of character.}
01.03.2009 Entered the spring flatsale.
08.03.2009 Won Edwin in the spring flatsale.
{In character.}
14.02.2009 Emi recieves her latest assignment.
??? On a hot spring afternoon, the journalist meets Shiraz.
12.03.2009 Klia drags Emi out for a spot of speed dating.
13.03.2009 The cabbage arrives.
15.03.2009 Arguements over the office table.
17.03.2009 Both journalist and receptionist go shopping.
24.0.2009 In which Emi tries a spot of cooking.
??? On the never ending quest to find coffee beans, Emi meets Delilah.
??? On a trip to a local children's store, Emi and Risa discuss cabbages....Pendulum.
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Posted: Sun Mar 08, 2009 5:20 pm
{Art} ...Magnetron Thermal Fuse.
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Posted: Sun Mar 08, 2009 5:22 pm
These rules are here for a reason, so please abide by them. If only for both mine, and your sanity. I'm rather pedantic when it comes to journals, so just to repeat, following these rules would save a lot of hassle on both sides of the fence.
1. Please do not post here without permission unless you are a member of the Cabbage Patch staff. Even if you are dropping off a gift, I'd prefer it if you drop your gift off via a Private Message.
2. If (and only if you have A-okayed it by me - unless you are staff) you do post in this journal, please turn off your signature.
3. All information on this page is written for OOC (out of character) purposes. Edwin and Emi may not know everything laid out here, so please don't assume when in roleplay that Edwin/Emi knows every little detail. I assure you, there's bound to be a few things they don't know, or are not sure of.
4. Like all rules, these can be susceptible to change later on. ...Piston.
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Posted: Sun Mar 08, 2009 5:24 pm
Growth requirements.
Stage One » The Cabbage.
Requirements » Apart from setting up your journal, there are no requirements. You get this the moment you join the shop.
Stage One » The Baby
Requirements » 2 diary posts of any type (diary entry, solo story, or joint roleplay)
All children begin as cabbages, but roleplaying your cabbage is optional. At least one of your posts must be:
A » Caring for the cabbage plant,
B » Making the decision to adopt an infant (Well, having the decision made for her), and/or
C » Introducing your primary guardian character(s)
[X X X X X X]
[C C C]
Stage Two » The Child
Requirements » 1 Closed or Open RP, 4 Solo Entries
[C/O] [XXXX]
Stage Three » The Teenager
Requirements » 5 Open RPs, 6 Closed RPs, 8 Solo Entries
[OOOOO , CCCCCC] [XXXXXXXX]
Stage Four » The Youth
Requirements » 6 Open RPs, 10 Closed RPs, 15 Solo Entries
[OOOOOO , CCCCCCCCCC] [XXXXXXXXXXXXXXX]
Once you have reached Youth, you have a choice as to how to proceed.
Option One » Young Adult
Requirements » 2 Open RPs, 4 Closed RPs, 9 Solo Entries
With this option, your Youth art becomes your official Adult image. Your character is "officially" a twentysomething adult.
Option Two » Full Adult
Requirements » 8 Open RPs, 14 Closed RPs, 24 Solo Entries
With this option, you receive a new piece of official art for the Adult stage. This could indicate a final character age of 25+, meaning a character in their thirties, forties, or older is possible.
Key:
O = Open roleplay. (4)
O = Closed roleplay. (2)
X = Solo entry. (1)
...Bridge Rectifier.
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Posted: Sun Mar 08, 2009 5:26 pm
Writing prompt:Prompt 4 In the Kitchen (Child) This time of year is known for food! Whether it's a lovingly-prepared dinner, a tray of hot cookies, or that perennial disaster-waiting-to-happen make your own candy project, your child has decided to lend a hand in the kitchen and whip something up. I hope your smoke detectors are working!
It hadn't been her fault that the red transformer would not go back into the blue socket now, was it? Or, at least, that was Edwin's innocent claims on the subject. Logically speaking, after all, while she may have contributed highly to the destruction of the delicate copper wiring around the transformer, it had been the equipment itself that had ultimately failed her expectations by not fitting magically back together again.
So, whilst the gray clouds had lingered in the sky, threatening to soak humans and animals alike had they ventured outside of the cramped flat, the guardian and child were presently flopped out on either end of the sofa- a chess board placed squarely on the table in front of them. The battle had reached a heated climax, with the white knight rounding a full circle around the black king, ready to strike out with a ‘checkmate’.
"Knight to D7," The younger of the two claimed after a pressingly timed three minutes, her green eyes laying themselves squarely on the bookshelf in front of her. Unfortunately for the child, it was a rather boring shelf, filled with rows upon rows of fiction titles, of which scattered between the mess of poetry, fantasy novels, romance novelettes and ‘chick flicks’ lay a few choice non-fiction hardbacks. Most of them were backed in gray, with harsh white fonts claiming face to their respective titles, but one more colourful hardback sat at the end of the shelf. While this may have been a curious factor in itself, the yellow and pink sprawled lettering claiming that ‘Anybody can cook with this book’ not only rhymed but held a pleasant taste in Edwin’s mouth. It was an art she, the great Edwin, had not even attempted in her short lifespan and had puzzled over for quite some time, but surely it had to be logical - there had to be a process to it. Namely how a tin of baked beans could be poured into a bowl, and then placed inside the belly of the microwave to come out piping hot.
Now..Had she been allowed to take apart the microwave for ‘scientific’ purposes, this pressing question may have been answered. However, to this date, both the microwave and toaster were the two items that her guardian had distinctively not let her even within a yards grasp of. She had offered up the oven, but on closer inspection, that appeared to be a highly boring, dusty area without a screw in sight. Oh, how she longed to take on the final battle with that devious microwave, it had to have a trick to it somewhere: that heat HAD to have a logical explanation.
"Rook to c8," Leaning forwards, Emi's fingers were swift to move the rook from one end of the board to the other, and with it Edwin lost her advantage. Picking up her brown mug from the arm of the sofa, the anthro slid back into the cushions, waiting to occupy the next four minutes with her lukewarm beverage while the rose made her decision.
Playing chess was the one game the rose could never turn down, if only to boggle at the apparent sheer stupidity of her guardian when she sacrificed a piece. Why, the mere suggestion of it did not fit logically around the little girl’s mind, in a battle field it would be heartless to send a soldier over the hill knowing that its death was to come swiftly afterwards, the decision did not validate itself whatsoever! However, there was one major downfall with this humanitarian way of playing- Edwin could, and would, speed hours mulling over her next move.
"Mum?" Edwin queried, pushing her bare feet off the sofa.
"Hm?"
Gingerly stepping over the large rug, that was Toby the dog, Edwin tiptoed her way to the bookshelf, pulling her elongated yellow dress over her knees as she languidly parked herself onto the floor. Pausing for yet another second, the girl flurried her eyebrows at the titles - aha, there it was!
"I want to cook," Pointing clearly at the novel on the shelf, the sounds of rapid flicking through pages were heard.
Not that it mattered, that all fell on death ears after the ‘c’ word was mentioned. Spluttering on her mouthful of coffee, a look of pure dread filled the guardian. Cooking? Was that not something they taught at school! Her colleagues had assured her that, to raise a child, she need not cook; it was a skill they taught at school they had said. Liars, the very lot of them! Liars she claimed, liars! A deer in the headlights, Emi put on as much of a smile as she could gather in this inherent disastrous situation, and with a tone of dread filling her voice she mustered the will to speak.
"Why don’t we buy a cake? It’ll taste much nicer,"
"No, I’d like to cook, something like this!" Seconds filled the room as the clock struck four, Edwin’s fingers finally settling on a page as she finished her sentence.
Oh, this was too much to bear. Glancing from child to book, Emi's face palled. On fudge, she would pick the longest recipe in the whole book, wouldn’t she?
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So on Monday night, after a excruciatingly long phone call to her landlord on how to use the oven, an hour later, Edwin was now covered in flour, various egg-shells had found their way into the mix, and much to the rose's displeasure the gooey mess had gone into the oven.
Arms deep in soapy water, the guardian hadn’t even noticed the screwdriver carefully hidden up one of Edwin's sleeves, nor had she been palatable enough to notice the little girl precariously pulling the toaster’s knobs off. Also, had she not been so flustered as to what the supposed 'raspberry soufflé' was doing in the kitchen, she might have noticed the temperature the oven was set to; natively, three hundred and twenty degrees, a full one hundred over what the recipe had recommended.
The best laid schemes of both mice, men and gods can go array, and as the fire alarm blew into an ear-shattering noise, a thousand expletives were thrown out around the room. Not that Edwin cared, for in her arms, she claimed the metal heating elements.
So...That was how it worked...
"Checkmate." Edwin whispered....Layden Jar.
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Posted: Sun Mar 08, 2009 5:28 pm
Credits.
- All official art of my Cabbage Patch Kid is (c) to romesilk.
- The CKP breedable shop is (c) to romesilk.
- Any other art/photographs shown on this page is (c) to its respective owners.
- Banners are all mine.
- Edwin's concept, and her family are mine.
...Inert Gas. "Inventor: A person who makes an ingenious arrangement of wheels, levers and springs, and believes it civilization"
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