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 Posted: Sun Mar 29, 2009 8:58 am
Lucien sat cross-legged against the stone steps of Doctor Crookshank's medical practitioner's office, a stick in one hand and a stone in the other. Grace had asked him to sit outside patiently during her appointment, informing that he only interrupt if a stranger began to take a peculiar interest in him or approached him in any way. Lucien dragged the stick through the dirt beside him, guiding it as if it were a pencil, and after a few minutes of concentrated doodling pulled the stick back and grinned; a lopsided figure with four legs and what looked to be a stick on its head lay sketched into the soil, and as if it would help redeem the image, Lucien placed the stone in the middle of the figure's head.
"And now he can see," he said to himself, tapping his finger against the stone before letting out a terrified yell and throwing himself backwards. A stonefly landed gracefully atop his drawing, fluttering its wings against the breeze. Lucien shifted backwards uncomfortably, his mouth curled into a frown because that thing looks too much like a dragonfly and oh God it's looking at him.
Lucien leant forward obliquely and extended the stick to prod cautiously at the insect, causing it to instantly take flight (much to his relief). With a sigh, Lucien folded his hands into the crook of his legs and found himself suddenly very bored.
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Posted: Sat Apr 04, 2009 6:22 pm
Don't run.
It had been the last thing she had heard her father say after they had gotten off of the smelly bus but before she had taken off down the street, doing the exact thing Doc had told her not to. Cheche liked her father well enough from what she had seen of him so far, but outside was outside and the little girl wanted to run. She had stripped off her shirt as soon as she had figured out how, and was now jogging down the street in a little plaid skirt, matching frilly underpants and nothing else.
Up ahead, she saw a boy about her age sitting all alone. She sped up, so much so that by the time she realized she had reached Lucien, she had also managed to overshoot him by several of her short strides. Cheche skidded to a halt, slipping in the dirt and landing on her rump next to the other child's drawing.
"Hi!" she said, her squeaky voice somehow suiting her tiny body. "What'choo doin'?"
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Posted: Sat Apr 11, 2009 7:15 pm
Lucien started, looking up at the -- was that a boy or a girl? -- who had skidded to a halt and landed next to his drawing, blanketing it in a fine layer of dirt. For a moment the boy looked scandalized, his unicorn now rendered almost invisible from dust before his face crumpled into an expression of hurt; why would she intentionally or otherwise ruin his drawing? He opened his mouth to yell loudly at Ceche (which would have been more whisper than loud) but stopped when the small creature opened its mouth.
Oh, girl.
"I was drawing," he said sulkily, looking towards his unicorn. "Now my 'corn is dirty."
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Posted: Sun Apr 12, 2009 3:01 pm
"Mm," Cheche said, looking down at where her skirt had butted up against and smeared the unicorn's rump, not to mention what her fall had done to the rest of the animal. She reached over and awkwardly dragged her thumb over the dirt, shakily retracing unicornbutt with her claw. When she had completed this amazing feat, she smiled an open-mouthed smile at Lucien and began getting up, this time careful not to smudge the rest of the boy's drawing. "Whassa 'corn?" she asked, executing a near perfect Downward Facing Dog before pushing herself back into a fully standing position.
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Posted: Tue Apr 14, 2009 7:07 am
Lucien blinked at her clawed finger cautiously, watching as her thumb strokes mended the wounded unicorn; it wasn't perfect by any means, but neither was his -- and it was definitely a sight better than its previously smeared self. He smiled appreciatively, showing all of his teeth before moving to stand politely in front of her (that and he didn't want to seem small simply because he was sitting). The boy couldn't help but laugh as Ceche moved into her standing position; it wasn't a cruel laugh however, in fact he was impressed by her creativity and unique body shapes.
"You're very bendy," he giggled, clapping his hands together. "And a uni--, a unicorn is a magical creature. It looks like a white horse only it has a horn on its head that is full of magic. I call it a 'corn because it's easier to say."
His mood significantly lighter, Lucien tilted his head and, with a grin, asked: "What's your name?"
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Posted: Tue Apr 14, 2009 10:33 am
"Ooh," Cheche said. Magical creatures! Doc had read her stories about witches and houses made of cake, but she had never heard of horses being magic too, or having horns. She had horns. Did that mean she was magic? She tilted her head and unconsciously rubbed at one.
"Bendy!" she said with a giggle of her own. "I like ta go in holes!" she exclaimed cryptically. With a house as cave-like and full of strange antique clutter as hers was, it made sense that the curious little girl would want to see everything, even things in strange holes no one had touched for years.
"Cheche!" she replied, pointing at herself. "Bad girl!"
As if to emphasize this fact, Doc hurried around the corner from the same direction Cheche had come, flailing slightly and looking very much like an odd monochromatic scarecrow. He held out a little rumpled pink shirt. "Cheche, please put this back on," he said, his voice already seemingly resigned to the fact that she might refuse. Instead, the girl lifted her arms, allowing her father to pull the shirt back over her head.
"What's your name?" she asked the boy once she was dressed.
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Posted: Fri Apr 17, 2009 7:14 am
"Holes are fun," Lucien said with an air of trepidation, his fingers pulling idly at the thin red scarf around his neck. He hadn't really been in any holes per say, but they were probably fun all the same; and to be perfectly honest, he wasn't all that surprised that she liked them. She looked like someone who would like holes.
The boy looked up sharply at the flailing, gray-haired man who had come out of nowhere with his arms outstretched, brandishing a pink shirt (that quite honestly looked far too small for him) at Ceche. Blinking as the man pulled the shirt over her head, which incidentally made much more sense (shirt for small girl, not large man), Lucien watched as Doc dressed the previously naked girl. When Mr. Ceche had finished pulling on her shirt Lucien smiled and curled his hand into his scarf.
"Ceche," he said with a nod and toothy smile. "I'm Lucien."
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Posted: Tue May 12, 2009 12:50 pm
"Looooooooooooooocien!" Cheche shrieked happily. This boy with his different colored eyes and his corn drawings was pretty cool. She turned to face Doc for a moment before spinning back to Lucien. "You got holes?" she asked. Her lips pursed for a moment. No one had better holes than her dad and Orange Man. She reached out in an attempt to take Lucien's hand. "You come wit us," she said. "Brudder." The only other brother she had was a bunch of shiny swirling gas in a jar. Not nearly as fun as the boy standing in front of her.
Doc shook his head. "Cheche..." he began. Part of him thought to stop the girl from claiming family connections with children she had just met, but all of the Belune was curious to see how things would pan out. Being relatively new to Gaia and human emotions himself, the young man couldn't help but be fascinated by his adopted daughter's whims, even if they were a bit on the loony side.
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Posted: Tue May 19, 2009 4:08 pm
Feeling he had no choice, Lucien extended his hand to the girl who quite possibly exuded more energy than even he himself and took an awkward step forward; it was then that he felt a larger, ridiculously firmer hand come down on his shoulder. Grace sighed, knowing full well that her child remembered her repeated stranger danger lecture. "You weren't planning on running off anywhere without me now, were you kiddo?"
Lucien smiled lopsidedly and mumbled something against the obnoxiously growing traffic, his words echoing off of the large, unlovely stone building; the traffic was so loud, in fact, that the boy's response had been rendered into an incoherent mix of noise and tyre. Grace was privately amused by the child's disobedience, as frankly any sign of masculinity, whether it be sneaking whisky from the fridge or a rebellious streak comforted her greatly. Anything to prevent that final nail in his tiny gay coffin. Seeing that Lucien had fallen into silence, Grace looked from the eccentric and altogether bizarre looking girl to her father.
"Who're you?" she asked gruffly, crossing her arms over her chest.
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Posted: Wed Jul 01, 2009 12:40 pm
Doc's face fell into an appropriately guilty expression. "Mmm... I am Doc," he said. "I was not going to steal your child." He clasped his hands in front of him but made no move to disengage the dark little girl pulling at Lucien.
"Yes. Come, come," Cheche urged. Noticing some resistance, she turned, looking up from Grace's shins to her face. "You too. But you no go in holes."
Doc did step forward then, the long portions of his sleeve brushing Cheche's head before his hand pulled her back against his legs. "This is Cheche," he added. "It is nice to meet you both."
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Posted: Wed Jul 15, 2009 10:05 am
Grace smiled a disingenuous smile and waved dismissively. "I don't blame you." And while it wasn't entirely truthful, she made no indication of laughter or sarcasm, her fingers tapping disinterestedly against her arms. She didn't even make a gesture of acknowledging Ceche's existence let alone her futile offer, she just wasn't interested and frankly wanted nothing more than to leave.
Lucien swayed from the shift in gravitational pull before falling back against Grace's legs, his fingers curling into the ripped denim of her jeans. "Where are there some holes?-- and hello." He looked to Doc as an afterthought, smiling brightly and waving a hand.
Grace mumbled nonchalantly and lowered a hand to Lucien's shoulder.
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Posted: Tue Jul 28, 2009 5:32 pm
"Evvywhere!" Cheche declared. "In park. In M'Donalds. Zoo."
Doc waved back to the child that wasn't his, his hand stopping halfway through the motion to flop back down at his side, as if it was trying to hide. "Well, um, we should be on our way?" This woman's easy ennui made him exceedingly uncomfortable. When Flux was angry, he yelled. When he was disappointed, he rolled his eyes. Doc was not prepared to deal with Grace's indifferent disinterest, no matter how outwardly harmless it seemed. "You can play with your new friend another day." He made no move to give Grace his contact information, choosing to simply pull at Cheche's shoulder ineffectually. The child stood still, not content to leave just yet.
"Too big for holes one day." Cheche's voice was oddly unfitting for such a ridiculous statement. "I tell you all 'bout them bye." She remained still and staring after her bizarre farewell, as if she expected to follow the pair home or something equally strange.
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Posted: Sun Aug 23, 2009 5:22 am
"Sure," Grace shrugged, rubbing at her eye. "Whatever, Docaroo."
Lucien, however, was far more put out by the sudden agreement between Grace and Doc and gaped unattractively. "But that's not fair," he said, a little louder than was necessary. "You didn't-- how can we play again if we don't know how to see each other again? We could go forever without seeing each other because the world is very big and we are very little and that would be bad because we'd never get to play in holes or see each other and I would like very much to see each other again, thank you."
It was undetermined exactly how the boy was able to drag on his sentence without breathing, or even indicate that he some-what needed to breath; still, he seemed very distressed and very unhappy and very unwilling to leave without any finality.
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