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 Posted: Tue Aug 18, 2009 11:31 am
Okay. I decided to edit what used to be here [Grad piece] and move that to the front page since it isn't really a work in progress, but it might get thrown into my theme project as well, since it does apply, etc etc etc, but who knows.
Connie and Turner were part of an old RP I've tried to play out twice and has died, twice, without getting anywhere. She's one of my favourite children, who turned into a darling teenager and a cranky adult. But she's still my favourite as a baby. Either way, it was only supposed to be a NaNoWriMo project one year and then Indu prodded me some time ago and then it evolved some, and now Conn and Turner have exquisite, irritating children.
Anyways. This is the first time I'll have ever attempted to write the theme project in order. And I'll probably use prose because my poetry sucks.
Time to start and stop babbling.
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Posted: Thu Aug 20, 2009 5:32 pm
Theme One: Introduction
Monsters Under the Bed
Connie ran as fast as she could from her house, a backpack full of various items her mother sent her with bouncing against her back. The child skidded to a stop in front of the cottage and sighed in that manner that children do. The sun was just about to set, and the early summer foliage that spread across the large beech tree out front was edged in different shades of gold and pink that were colouring the sky. She paused a moment before she shrieked in excitement, chasing an early firefly around the yard for a few minutes before watching the small insect float out of her grasp and flutter up into the tree branches. Humming happily to herself, Connie skipped up the short walkway and hopped up the stairs. She stubbed the front of her foot on the second to last step and landed face first at Turner’s feet: sprawled across the wooden porch.
“Kid, what the hell are you doin’?”
“Well, I walked down the street from my house and then took a left and then I waited for the light to change to green so that I could cross over the big street with the butcher on it and then I walked onto your street from there and I was so excited because the tree was really pretty and there was a firefly and can we go play with them in the dark later and then it floated away and then I fell over my toe and now you’re here and I missed you so much, Turner.” Connie picked herself up, grinning and causing a smudge of dirt on her chin to become prominent, and immediately launched herself around the older girl’s waist. She burrowed her face into Turner’s stomach and took a deep breath; the smell of engine grease and homemade bread isn’t expected to be a good combination, but for Connie, it was Turner and Turner was it.
“Hey. Brat. If you want’a eat this grub any time soon, you’ll unlatch yourself from my crotch.”
Connie rolled her eyes at Turner and snuggled in a little longer. Turner looked down at her protégée and patted her blonde curls; deep hazel eyes met bright blue ones looking up in adoration.
“C’mon, babe. I spent time making this mess, so you better like it.”
“Mommy sent me with pie, too. It’s in my bag...” She had to look around for a minute before finding her rucksack squeezed between two rungs of the porch railing, several feet away. Turner accepted the package and motioned the girl in while examining the bag to see whether anything would drip out of the bottom. She opened the top and noticed that Connie’s mother had foreseen an accident or two and carefully packaged the dessert in a container that should be indestructible, and her tanned foot kicked the door closed behind her. The child had already made herself at home in the kitchen, and Turner set the pie and other necessities onto the counter, grabbing Connie’s hand and pulling it away from touching the boiling pot without the need to look over.
“Patience.”
“But, Turneeeeeeeeeeeeer.”
“...”
“Fine.” Pout strongly displayed on her features, Connie stuck out her tongue behind Turner’s back and plopped onto the chair forcefully. She crossed her arms in a manner that was distinctly below her maturity and didn’t say ‘thank you’ when her older friend served her. Turner smirked at Connie’s stormy expression.
“Plannin’ on eattin’, or just sittin’ there and throwing a shitfit?” She took a big bite of her spaghetti, closed her eyes, and grinned. “It’s so ********’ fantastic, Conn.”
Giving the older girl one last look, the younger girl took up her fork and speared a large portion of pasta, which she immediately put into her mouth. Having spattered the sauce all down her front, Connie noisily slurped the spaghetti and chewed until she had finished the obscene amount she had attempted and succeeded. Turner watched the whole scene with bemusement, at least until a speck of marinara sauce managed to hit her cheek. She lowered her eyes and wiped away the speck, raising a brow in annoyance.
“Eat your damn pasta and stap makin’ a mess. There’s no need for a ********’ attitude, miss.”
Sufficiently calmed down, Connie giggled for a moment and wiped her own face. “So, did you have a lot of girlfriends at university? Mommy said you didn’t like boys and I don’t if you don’t because I wanna be just like you but do girls get married and have babies and jobs and houses and dogs and big backyards, too?”
Turner nearly choked on her food. “Well, I had a girlfrien’ at school. Not multiples. One is more than enough. ‘Er name was Lil’ an’—”
“—Did you love her was she pretty did you guys have scecks?”
“Sex, an’ yeah. We did tha’ a lot. And sure, I loved ‘er inna’ way. In th’ end, we decided it was best to let it break off. She liked boys, too, kiddo’.”
“You can like girls and boys?”
“Mmhmm.”
“Can we chase fireflies now?”
Turner reached behind her and took a clean, glass jar from the counter. She slid it across the table where Connie reached and grabbed it with both hands. “Cool!” The young girl jumped up from her seat and her chair skidded back across the hardwood floor as she ran out the front door and let the screen slam behind her. Shaking her head, Turner collected their plates and set to do the washing up. She kept an eye on the child and the other on what she was doing. She finished quickly: tan brown hands easily scrubbing the dishes and pot. Turner glanced outside to see Connie jumping around and making various sounds of excitement and disappointment as she ran around after the lightening bugs. Pie and ice cream settled into a bowl, she called Connie back in.
“Sit down and eat y’er pie. And show me these bugs you’ve been terrorizing.”
Connie beamed up at Turner and proudly handed off her jar of bugs. A small twig and some leaves and grass had been added inside, and three
or four separate bugs were glowing sporadically.
“Why do their butts light up?” She asked around a mouthful of strawberry pie.
“Ye’ know how gay guys ‘ave tops an’ bottoms? These are the bottoms, flashin’ their arses around so they c’n bogey down, la’er.”
“Aweeesome.”
“Mmhmm. Ye’ done?” Turner collected the empty plate and quickly washed and rinsed it. She nodded towards Connie and followed at a much more languid pace after the racing child. The older girl sat down on the porch steps and watched as Connie finished her play and finally released her ‘gay butt bugs,’ as she was now calling them. The blonde set the jar next to Turner’s feet and snuggled into her side, head resting in the other’s lap. Both gazed up into the night sky, counting stars and identifying constellations quietly. Turner ran her hands through the child’s hair, almost like one would pet a cat: hardly conscious of the action. Connie gurgled quietly and unknowingly cuddled closer, causing Turner to look down and assess the situation. She sighed and slowly unwrapped the girl from around her before she lifted Connie up into her arms, taking the child into the bedroom. Awakening from the motion, her bright blue eyes fluttered open and took a moment to take in the new setting.
“You still have the quilt...?”
“Sure I do. Why wou’n’t I? Go wash up and then I’ll tell you yer’ dumb story before tuckin’ ye’ inta’ bed.”
Happily trotting off, Turner pulled the sheets out from under the mattress so the brat could sleep more comfortably through the night. While she had laid out a sheet for the couch, she doubted she would get away with sleeping out there; Connie had an unforgivable case of night terrors, which were only abated with some sort of contact. Her mother had managed to find a stuffed animal that handled the situation most nights, but it was still a touch and go situation. Changing into a more comfortable set of sleeping clothes, Turner wandered back into the front of the house and turned off the lights, before settling in on the left side of the bed. Connie launched herself onto the bed and laughed quietly before crawling around and getting in under the covers and leaning in against Turner.
“Tell me the story about how you killed the Bandersnatch again, pleeeeeeeeeeeeeeease.”
“...Tha’ was two days ago. Can’t ye’ rem’mber th’ last time I told it?”
“I wanna have you tell it though.”
“I suppose. Well, Tanith had alre’y clawed through m’ bandages and
bein’ the Queen’s li’le Goody-Two-Shoes, had the three headed beast
onna’ leash. Stupidly, she aimed for m’ and her lov’ly claws sliced through th’ restraints. Aether was doin’ who know what, and you were all passed out. Then, m’ arm got th’ bett’r of m’, and next thin’ I know, I got this badass sword to swing around in m’ right hand. So. Battle naturally ensues, as you saw, and the ********’ dragon gave a good fi’ht. Singed m’ leg an’ foot a bit, but nothin’ bad. Quick footwork. So, I stab th’ dumb animal inna’ should’r, and let him wail on fora’ momen’ or two, and beheaded the closer head. Put some fi’ht back inta’ th’ monster, and stayed far enough away for it t’ jus’ bleed out. Then Aether managed t’ warp Tanith an’ th’ Bandersnatch somewhere else, of course after ‘t was needed. We survived, you got us out of ********’ Wonderland, and that is th’ end.”
Small smile on her face, Connie silently cuddled into Turner and pulled on her hand. The older girl sighed internally and crept in as well, knowing something was a bit fishy that Connie had agreed to go to bed without a peep. Waiting a few moments, Turner readjusted herself against the curled child and paused. She reached over, turned off the light, and glanced over at the blonde in her bed.
She woke up to the screams. Turner winced and immediately wrapped herself around Connie, who was shaking, as well. Shushing the girl, Turner looked around the room and realized that her foot was wrapped around the covers in some way that it felt as if a hand or paw was holding her tightly.
“Mommy lied. There are monsters under the bed.”
“...Aw, ********. We just got ou’ ‘f ********’ Ni’htmare Central.”
Book Two: Beginning? Prologue?
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Posted: Mon Aug 31, 2009 7:43 pm
Theme Two: Love
K.I.S.S. - Keep It Simple, Stupid
Every single person in the entire town had come for dinner service. And that wasn’t even an exaggeration. The wait had been more than an hour and a half long at one point and within fifteen minutes of dinner service starting, two girls that Connie used to be friends with in high school were hired to serve on the spot for the remainder of the evening. She had hardly been able to serve everyone, both in regards to time and food. When she finally closed the door and shooed her remaining customers out the door at ten, she had been ready to drop.
More than a few times, her presence had been demanded at the counter, but not for lack of working employees. Instead, old friends and their families had felt the need to personally inform her that they were happy to have her back and were more than delighted with her culinary expertise. Turner and the other two waitresses had begun to collect the bills at the beginning of the night for Connie to view later, simply because of the raving commentary that was often scrawled on the back of the slips. Half an hour after the last customers left, the extra waitresses had finished cleaning the tables and restocking all of the necessary items; Turner paid them an hourly wage out of the till and walked them to the door, allowing Connie to conclude whatever business she had to finish in the kitchen without interruption. Making her way into the back of the diner, she was surprised to see that most of the mess had been cleared away and the food had already been wrapped up and restocked in the refrigerator and freezer, respectively. The few things left for her to do were finish scrubbing the last baking pan which had already been soaking for the better part of an hour, and a final mop of the floor. Humming along with whatever song was currently being filtered into her head via a slim set of earbuds, it took her several minutes before she finally noticed Turner leaning against the centre island in her kitchen. Connie wiped her hands on a towel that hang from her hip before she pulled the headphones out and waited for Turner to voice a complaint or a question.
“The girls left a few minutes ago and said to give them a call. I took their number’s down, in case they’ve changed since you’ve been here.”
Connie nodded, a little peeved that Turner didn’t allow her to thank the girls, but brushed off the notion and continued to scrub the pan, explaining to Turner that she only had a few things left to do, and that she had left two plates warming in the oven for them both, assuming she would want to eat after the busy five hour shift. Thanking the other female, Turner took her plate to the counter and filled up a large glass of water. Two additional helpings of water saw the Fae through her meal and the conclusion of Connie’s almost obsessive cleaning. The blonde picked at her meal, under Turner’s watchful gaze before deciding that she didn’t really want it and taking the last plates towards the sinks to wash them.
“Leave them. It’s nearly eleven, and you have early service again tomorrow. When are you going to hire your staff?” Turner quipped, masking her concern with an annoyed tone.
“I’ll post the positions at the high school tomorrow morning and hire the waitresses within the next few days or so. And perhaps a dishwasher...” Musing to herself, Connie hardly noticed the scowl on Turner’s face. “And a second chef?”
A bit confused, Connie finished washing the plates and cutlery before she looked up. “What for?”
Turner was tempted to let the question slide and change the subject, but decided against it. “Perhaps so you can concentrate on other, managing details?”
Connie was much more preoccupied with the casual movie Turner had requested her to join her in than the restaurant. She could cook and manage the restaurant perfectly well, thank you very much. That was hardly something she needed to worry over. How she was going to handle the expected intimacy that their relationship demanded, in any form: be it platonic or romantic, that was incredibly closer to the front of her mind. It would be so easy to just fall back into Turner’s arms and pretend as if the last three years hadn’t occurred at all.
But there was still so much anger and so much pain that made her heart ache. That made her cry when she was alone, in the dark, and knew that Turner hadn’t been there for her first, second, third, or hundredth time she had managed an orgasm silently in the night with another person.
There were still so many apologies and so many things she needed to say before she would be able to think of engaging in her first emotional, adult relationship with another person that wasn’t meant to last less than a night.
And yet here she was, locking the diner and silently moving down the path towards Turner’s house, with the brunette at her side. The summer was nearly in full force: the crickets were chirping and the breeze between the trees was warm but not heavy yet. It wasn’t until they reached the backyard that Connie finally noticed the numerous fireflies that caused her heart to wrench against the jagged, broken corners of her indecisive heart.
The blonde glanced over at Turner and sighed quietly, though the Fae could hear it perfectly well. It was hardly surprising that it was amidst fireflies, Turner tugged the smaller, younger girl into her long, tan arms without a hesitation from Connie. Having wrapped up her intended, no matter how nonsexual the current position was, Turner’s glamour was slowly slipping. Their proximity alone was causing excitement and it seemed practically natural for the pair to sink into a slow, lingering kiss.
Book Three: Second Chapter? Third?
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