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 Posted: Mon Nov 30, 2009 12:35 am
Cert Here
Name: Jezebel || Item: Opera Glasses
Date of Arrival: November 30th, 2009
This Journal is for Jezebel and Kerrigan (DGCakes) only! If you wish to post in this thread, please seek their permission first.About Jezebel
A.K.A: Jez, Jeze
Gender: Female
Stage: Kid
Guardian: Kerrigan
Features:
+ Fairly normal in appearance
Powers:
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Posted: Mon Nov 30, 2009 12:43 am
About Jeze Present Info: Jeze is a mean little creature. She can put on a sweet front and if you are deemed likeable, she'll actually be sincere about it. But if she thinks you're dumb, she may or may not tolerate you, depending on how flattering or useful you are. Other People Faris: - acceptable; Faris is nice Pilot: - she hates him and thinks he's stupid
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Posted: Mon Nov 30, 2009 12:44 am
Arts OfOfficial The erm...'cute' child Kerrigan got from that set of opera glasses. Such a nasty little brat she is at times.  Oh crap, it's grown. And has a minion in the form of Jeff the Puppy. We're all DOOMED! Unofficial-none yet-
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Posted: Mon Nov 30, 2009 12:47 am
Shop Credits Switch Gear Shop
Refurbished Thread and Artwork [c] Switch Gear
Original Idea and Some Artwork [c] Turbolizard
Journal Idea [c] Anya!XD
Banners [c] Pales
Cert [c] Pales
Anything Else [c] Respective Owners Personal Credits
Jezebel's concept [c] Dgcakes
Kerrigan & family's concepts [c] Dgcakes
Everything else [c] Respective Owners
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Posted: Mon Nov 30, 2009 12:48 am
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Posted: Mon Nov 30, 2009 12:50 am
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Posted: Wed Jan 20, 2010 1:16 am
Kerri Gets A Kid Part 2
It took a while for Kerrigan to reach the home she presently was staying at. It was near her sister's and at a place called Cirque de la lune. How she'd managed to keep from the strange child manifesting all the way from the antique shop to the convenience store all the way up to her apartment was a mystery to anyone who knew about this things. It may have just been because the blob of color was following her there.
By the time she was in her apartment, the pink haired woman had completely forgotten most of what happened in the odds & ends shop, more concerned with remembering that she wanted to buy Eggnog. Now, seated at the counter and changed into her pajamas, Kerri was finally looking over the faded glasses again. About this point, the mass of color had caught up with her. The woman turned one blue eye to glance at it.
“Well, what might you be?” she inquired, reaching out to prod the blob a bit. It didn't seem to appreciate that but slowly started amazing itself.
“The Lady's going to be amused at this.” Kerrigan snorted, leaning back and just taking a sip of her drink as the shape of a child began to finally form. At last, before her, a little girl stood, staring up at the woman.
“Hey.” she greeted, “want something to drink?” Honestly, she needed to not be so calm about this. But that was just how she was. High priestess to a crazy god and the member of a race of motherly type aliens? Pfft, this was normal. At least it wasn't a shark.
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Posted: Wed Jan 20, 2010 1:17 am
Growth Response Motherhood – it can be a beautiful thing, or it can be the worst thing you have ever had yourself dealing with. Kerrigan was more on the latter end of the spectrum. Unlike her younger siblings, she wanted absolutely nothing to do with children apart from the occasional visit and even then, they were required to be nieces, nephews or cousins. She did not want to be a mother, and she was in no way prepared for it. So what had life done? Stuck her with a damn kid! Oh she'd been fine with it at first. Jezebel didn't seem to have any particularly weird features, didn't require specialized care, and she was already a toddler so there was none of that diaper changing business. But oh, had she been wrong about how hard a child could be to deal with. Jeze was snooty, weird, didn't listen and required tons of attention. She was at least very definite in her tastes and easy to buy things for. The toddler liked stuff like dogs and pretty dresses and wasn't the sort to get messy or break things. Those were all good but she was still a huge trial on Kerrigan's patience. With a sigh, the woman shook her head. This was going to be a very long and very complicated road but she'd have to travel it sooner or later in her life anyway.
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Posted: Wed Jan 20, 2010 2:23 pm
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Posted: Sat Feb 06, 2010 8:32 am
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Posted: Sat Feb 06, 2010 8:33 am
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Posted: Sat Feb 06, 2010 8:35 am
To Teach A Villainess In some households, a child learns best from their parents. In some, the children are shipped off to schools or have tutors rather early in life, and don't learn much from their parents. Jezebel had a mother that tried to teach her things but ultimately didn't end up making much sense, so it was left to the girl's Aunt and Uncle to properly educate her. Aunt Marie, her mother's sister, was generally the better teacher and more fun, whereas Uncle Kyin, her mother's brother, was more playful and sweet. Aunt Marie was the one who taught her to read and write. Jezebel's mom had a hard time fathoming training anyone to do anything that didn't involve already knowing to read and write. The woman was used to having to work with adults and teaching a child skills she now considered to be second nature was mind boggling. So, of course, the task fell to Marie, who was more than happy to help out. Jeze felt really reassured when her aunt was teaching her. It was a profound secret that she felt awkward and uncomfortable whenever her mother tried to do anything of the sort – Kerrigan just knew so much and when Jezebel DIDN'T know something, she felt dumb and awkward, and the child hated to feel dumb. The woman lost her patience easily – not because her daughter didn't understand things, but because she was easily frustrated with the idea of having to simplify everything she'd previously been able to teach and help with. Jezebel didn't feel super pressured when her mom tried to teach her, she knew her mom would love her anyway, regardless of what happened with this and whether or not Kerrigan sometimes grumped about not wanting to be a mom. However, having Marie there to calmly and gently guide her through things in a way she could easily comprehend was a well needed change. “All right, Jezebel, we're going to work on our numbers today, okay?” the older lady's voice was smooth and soft as she sat in front of her niece, a gentle smile on her features. The little girl nodded quietly and nervously fidgeted with the pad of paper in her lap. It was an unconscious gesture, unnoticeable by most, but it was there just the same – she didn't want to screw this up. It hurt her pride to admit she couldn't do things, especially things that were basic for older kids. “How high can you count?” Marie asked, not pressuring her into speaking if she wasn't ready to. The woman had raised enough children to be able to tell when her niece was nervous about learning, worried about doing it wrong or come across as stupid. Jezebel was good at putting on fronts for people her age, but an older family member could easily see through them. The brunette looked at her aunt for a few minutes, thinking. She knew a few numbers, right? The girl's eyes looked up a bit as she quietly counted off, her fingers moving to show the numbers as she said them. “1, 2, 3, 4, 5...6...7, 8....9...10,11, elf...30, 17...20.” she said with a nod. The older woman smiled and nodded. “Those aren't quite in the right order but you were right up till eleven, which is very good.” she assured her niece, before opening Jeze's pad for her. “Do you know what any of them look like?” The toddler looked down at her paper and wrinkled her little nose, brow furrowing as she scribbled down the numbers on the paper. They weren't all neat, and weren't all in the correct order and she didn't know which number was which completely, but she was positive on some. Seven was that one that looked like a check mark upside down! Marie smiled and nodded, patiently going through them with her and correcting her mistakes with a gentle voice and a soft hand to move Jeze's into a correct position so she didn't just scribble them everywhere. It took a lot of time and a few days worth of tutor sessions, but the girl could soon proudly write her numbers from one to thirty in a neat little line across a board and tell what each represented and be correct about it. She would have to practice it a lot and remind herself, but with time she was good at numbers and Marie moved on to letters. This was a bit more difficult as, instead of quantities, they were sounds and there were so many sounds for each number! Seven may always mean seven but A could be said as “ah” “aaah!” or “Ae” depending on the letters around it. Seven at least always had a similar sound – be it 7, 70, 177, 700 or what have you. Numbers were so much less annoying than writing letters. And don't get her started on how weird words were in the English language – that took FOREVER (meaning a month or two) for Jeze to get up to reading words longer than “cat” or “Labrador”.
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Posted: Sat Feb 06, 2010 8:43 am
A Hierarchy Of Relatives It was hard to realize that she was not the center of everything. Jezebel very much wanted to be the center of everything, she just wasn't. She was also not in charge, which was another thing that disappointed her. Since the time of her arrival, the toddler knew she liked to be in charge and other people being in control of her life displeased the little girl very much. When she first arrived, Jezebel felt very conflicted about her mother. Kerrigan seemed to be rather useless as a parent – which, in Jezebel's book was “slave to my whims till I am old enough to be without your presence”, an idea which was quickly squashed once the idea of who was and wasn't in charge came to be. The woman was deemed incompetent rather quickly as the child found she couldn't cook, was generally not the most fun for a child to play with, and could be easily frustrated with someone who was rather young and didn't know things. This was okay, as Jezebel could be easily frustrated with her mother, and liked to be taken out to eat. Over their time together, the toddler began to develop a different relationship with her mother. Kerrigan wasn't just some lady who couldn't do “normal” things like pick out clothes for a toddler, or cook. She was something...different. She knew lots of stuff, just not things related to raising children or children at all. Jeze remembered one day where the two of them had been sitting in the park – the toddler had just finished having a fight with that stupid boy she met and her mother had dragged her off somewhere to sit down and cool off before they went back to their walk. The toddler had been huffing about how stupid Pilot was when her mother had commented. It was just an idle comment about agreeing that time travel was sort of stupid. It was right then that the toddler had looked over and seen her mother in a new light. The woman knew and thought lots of things – they were just on a very different scale than most mothers. It was a single realization and not thought much of at first, but became more apparent as time went on. Kerrigan didn't always know the best 'motherly' things. She often listened to her younger siblings and was chided by them for how she raised Jezebel. She neither mistreated her daughter nor was she horrible, just not the best at some things. She didn't always think of “talking to strangers” as resulting in someone walking off with her daughter but more her daughter annoying or offending someone. But she wasn't cruel, uncaring or desiring of Jeze being taken. If someone DID try to nab or harm her child, Kerrigan would bring magical fury down upon them the likes of which most have never seen. She just didn't think of strangers in the same sense as someone who was a parent or a crime fighter would be – strangers were people who needed to be impressed and studied for their advantages, which was the mindset of someone who was a diplomat more often than a fighter, really. Jezebel'd been shocked to realize it, but she and her mom were a lot alike in wanting to impress outsiders for gain and act in ways that would result in getting what they want. The older woman may have a different idea of what was to be gained and may be better at it, but it was the same principal. And realizing this gave the toddler a lot more respect for Mommy. Her Aunt and Uncle had interesting dynamics too. Both were loving parents but very different sorts. Uncle Kyin was very tender and snuggly, coddling his children a good bit and doing things like baking cookies and playing games. Meanwhile, Aunt Marie was very patient and could teach very well, but she was very no nonsense about misbehavior and wouldn't give a child attention just for existing and being a child. She was friendly and would reward good behavior, but acting out to get her attention would result in being ignored or simply have whatever was causing trouble taken away. If you threw a fit in the mall over wanting something, she would tell you to be quiet or you would get nothing at all and then promptly take your hand and lead you on. She finished shopping quickly and was not scared to not buy a child snacks, treats or anything while they were out. If the trip was to get them new clothes and they fought over something they wanted, she would take them away and only get them what they'd specifically needed and leave. It was scary to piss off Aunt Marie and Jezebel had found her mother easier to deal with in that sense. Kerrigan just got irked and grouched at her. Marie would make it very obvious that Jezebel had no power and was not in charge, which really, the tot didn't need a reminder of.
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Posted: Mon Mar 01, 2010 1:58 am
Growth Prompt:
Jezebel's been learning a lot lately; not only her ABCs and 123s, but also a bit about her Mother, Kerrigan. More specifically, how, like her, the woman puts up a front to get what she wants in certain circumstances. However, something happens, and Jezebel is finding herself wanting something; but in order to get it, she needs to change how she acts! Unfortunately, in this case it seems that Jezebel is not willing to change her ways. What is it that she wanted, how would she have to act to get it, how does she act instead (Does she act how she wants? Does she swallow her pride?), and, more importantly, does she get it?
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Posted: Tue Mar 02, 2010 10:26 pm
Growth Quest It was a puppy – gentle, cute, with eyes wide and innocent. Just a puppy. A soft furred, cuddly, adorable puppy. She'd seen him in the window several times – she knew he wasn't a purebred and that he wasn't the most popular, but every time she passed, the toddler saw the puppy and knew. Knew he was the one she wanted. Knew where he'd be sent if he didn't get a home. Or rather, she didn't know, not exactly. But Jezebel knew, just looking in the pet shop, that no puppy could stay forever. She knew something bad would happen if her puppy didn't get a home. And his home was with her. He was hers, no one else's, her puppy. But it wasn't as simple as that. He wasn't just any puppy. No, this dog was a special one. A mastiff-great dane mix. He'd be a big dog once day, and a drooller too. This puppy would turn into a dog that would need lots of training, lots of care, lots of food, and lots of space to poo. He was a dog that cost a lot both to get and to keep. He was a dog who would take a ton of responsibility. Jezebel's mother could afford the money easily – she had plenty of it from having such an important job. The thing was, would she get it? Jezebel was...difficult. She was stubborn, she was bossy, she was snotty and she was downright mean sometimes. The toddler fought with her mother over all sorts of things – from things she wanted to things she didn't want but her mother said she should have anyway. They were alike in many ways, including their tempers. Kerrigan may have had years to learn to control it in public, but she could be just as bad as her daughter at times, and the two would argue for hours. The tot had begged Mommy for the puppy. She had pleaded and said she'd do anything to get it. It had taken a lot of pride swallowing to do that much. Kerrigan had said a dog was a lot of responsibility and Jezebel wasn't very responsible. She didn't do as she was told, she wasn't very tidy, and caring for another living thing would require being able to take care of herself as well as that thing. She'd tried to persuade her Mommy that he'd go to a bad place if she didn't get him, that he'd been there too long, but Kerrigan was firm. She had to change her behavior before the woman would change her mind. Even after the toddler had asked the people in the shop how long she had before they sent him away, and found it was less than a month, Kerrigan was firm. The weeks dragged by and though she tried very hard to swallow her pride and just do what Mommy wanted, but it was so hard. Keeping her room clean, not being mouthy, not throwing fits, it was so hard. She thought of that sad puppy face in the window and tried very hard not to cry when it felt like too much. The tot still had pride left for that – Mommy wasn't going to make her cry with her tough measures. When it seemed like it really wasn't working, when she still had more than two weeks of time to do but only a week to get the pup, she begged Auntie Marie and Uncle Kyin for help, but both were firm, agreeing with her mother. She begged her Mommy again, when it was the final few days but still Kerrigan said no, not unless she behaved for a full month – no stops. That had been the full ruling from the beginning, and it was still the rule at the end. It was a sad day when the girl went past the pet shop and didn't see him anymore. She cried quietly by herself that day and threw a fit at her mother when she saw the older woman. Kerrigan ignored it and still seemed nonplussed. That night, the woman went to her daughter's room to talk to her, as if she hadn't just upset the girl horribly. The tot looked up from her knees, where she'd been crying again, and glared at the other woman. “Go away!” “No.” “What do you want?!” Jeze shouted, having not gotten rid of her mother. “You know...you still have two weeks and a half left on your month.” Kerrigan said idly from the doorway. “That should be enough time for the stuff I ordered for him to ship, and for him to get suitably apartment trained. And if I'm feeling particularly generous, I won't count today against your current tally.” And with that the woman left the room, with a startled Jezebel sitting there, looking baffled. Needless to say, the next three weeks went rather well. At least by Kerrigan's standards, which were pretty low for a parent, but still.
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