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 Posted: Fri Dec 30, 2005 10:05 pm
Name: Taylor
Keeper: Syrcaid
Gender: Female
Species: Pintabian Horse
Born: September 13th, 2005
Birth Sign: The Lodestone
Name: Tabansi
Keeper: Syrcaid
Gender: Male
Species: Quagga
Born: August 7th, 2006
Birth Sign: The Palm
This is a private diary hosted by the Fourth Wall adoption center. Only the keeper may post unless he/she specifies otherwise. The child shown here is not for sale, trade, or otherwise so please do not ask.
Feel free to follow along, read, and enjoy! ^_^
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Posted: Sun Jan 01, 2006 10:35 am
Name: Taylor Age: 4 years Favorite Food: Apples, carrot juice, Pudgy Panda Pasta, Fudge Moose popsicles. Favorite Color: Not sure, yet. Likes: Running!! Dislikes: We haven't figured this part out, yet. Baby-2-Toddler Baby for at least a month3 dear-diary journal entries1 RP (solo or public) Toddler-2-Kid Toddler for at least two months.3 dear-diary journal entries 1 solo RP A public RP to be completed in a public thread and logged for the journal. Baby Picture | Toddler Picture | Kid Picture Name: Tabansi Age: 5 months Favorite Food: ??? Favorite Color: ??? Likes: Warm blankets, being sung to. Dislikes: ??? Baby-2-Toddler Baby for at least a month3 dear-diary journal entries 1 RP (solo or public)
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Posted: Sun Jan 01, 2006 10:46 am
* ~ Family ~ *S-D, Snape-Doll aka. "Silvain Draque"; werewyrm, humanoid in appearance only with a very nasty disposition. Mekakushi; S-D's lover and companion, a racoonboy who's more levelheaded and less tempermental than his counterpart. Meka's character is property of Karma_k and depicted in these posts with permission. Zizzi, 14 year old whitehaired mouseboy, extremely good natured and nuturing. A flower or plant of any type grows on top of his head from time to time. Syrcaid, unkwown origins; creator and head contractor/foreman/bioengineer/jane-of-all-trades for The Toy Factory and Toyland Damaris Draque, S-D's adoptive daughter, a little lizard girl assigned to S-D via DCorp. * ~ Friends ~ *- Aki Ana & Saara the sugarglider.
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Posted: Sun Jan 01, 2006 10:47 am
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Posted: Sun Jan 01, 2006 10:55 am
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Posted: Sun Jan 01, 2006 10:57 am
The weather had been dismal that day when Karma arrived at the door in Barton town. Syrcaid had been out in a long haitus and finding the house had proven a bit of an adventure. It would not have been so burdensome if Karma hadn't been carrying with her precious cargo. The house was near empty, her two eldest adopted sons having moved to their own homes and no one in the house, not even her youngest adopted son Zizzi. Zizzi was gone for schooling, as well, having signed up to do a foreign exchange course in Spain. Empty nest syndrome had struck hard, having been used to so many people in the house at any given time of the day. Syrcaid sat glumly at the kitchen table, mindlessly flipping through a catalogue from the day's junk mail. Nothing appealed, to make matters worse. Finally, the game consoles were to herself and now she hadn't the desire to play anything. The knock at the door startled her, she stared almost incredulously at it until the rest of her reactions kicked in and she rose to answer it. "Karma..?" she said, watching the foxcoon soaking on the front porch. "Do you know what a pain in the a** it was to find you?" Karma scolded immediately. "What, well I-" "We can't find anyone named Starluck in our listing, they said," Karma walked in, wringing out her soaked shirt. "No chance of rain in the forecast today, they said. But you -are- here and it -is- raining, so there!" Something in Karma's pack wriggled. "You went fishing?" Syrcaid threw out a wild guess, running to the kitchen for a clean terry towel. "Boy, did I," Karma went on. "And you wouldn't believe what I caught." Within the hour, Karma was sitting in a spare bathrobe as her clothing tumbled in the basement dryer. She went on describing at length what had been happening all the while Syrcaid had changed her name and moved to a house in Barton. Over hot tea and a box of Godivas the events were all caught up on save for the most important piece. "And it just... tore?" Syrcaid blinked. "Like a rip in the sheets?" "Sort of, it's hard to describe any other way but I could hear voices on the other side," Karma nodded. "I couldn't make anything out but they've been passing children through." Without another word, Karma lifted the flap of her pack and in a little blanket dressed in flowers was a baby. Not a half-human like Syrcaid had been used to, but a complete anthropomorph foal. "It's a she and you've got room," Karma said. "I can tell 'cause it's quiet in here and not because Zizzi is hiding." Syrcaid reached out her arms for it, Karma lowerd the foal gently to them. The tiny thing whickered and nibbled on the marigold closest to her nose. The moment tiny blue eyes spied someone new, the little pink nose rose to greet it. Nostrils twitched with curiosity, beneath the blanket little feet wiggled. "What's her name?" Syrcaid said, rubbing noses with the foal. "You'll have to think of one," Karma scratched behind her ear pensively. "I couldn't make out anything they were saying, the noise was garbled and almost like it was underwater." Before long, Karma had her clothes dried and a borrowed raincoat. Now that she knew where Syrcaid lived, it would be much MUCH easier coming back later to return it. S-D had just driven in and coming along for his weekly visit, he thought he recognised Karma walking by, but the large blue raincoat made him uncertain. "Hey, Ma, was that Kar- What the F--K!?" "Yeah, I figured you'd say something like that," Syrcaid smirked at S-D. "Now help me name her."
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Posted: Sun Jan 01, 2006 11:00 am
"Why do -I- have to name it?" S-D pointed at the filly with accusation. " Her, S-D," Syrcaid replied. "She's your new baby sister, that's why." S-D stood in a slouch and gave the most horrendous glower he could muster at the baby in the blanket. The filly burped at him and laughed. "Give her to Hakan," he suggested. "She looks just like him." "Hakan's half-human and I'm not letting a trained assassin raise a baby Karma gave to me," Syrcaid bounced the little filly in her arms to work out the rest of the bubbles. "So that was Karma," sneered S-D, clenching his fist and giving the front door a sideways glare. "It's a conspiracy." "Well, I'll see your conspiracy and raise you a scandal if you don't name her by the time I count to three..." "What!? No! You can't pull that on me, I'm grown!" "One..." "This is f--king ridiculous," S-D turned his back and folded his arms. "Two..." "Okay, okay!" he turned back around and threw up his hands. S-D gave her a long, hard look. Taylor tried to nibble the edge of her bottle, staring back up at him with half-focused fascination and her ears aimed right at him. Whether or not she was half-human, she certainly knew how to instantly get on his nerves as everyone else did. "Taylor," he said finally. "She looks like a Taylor." "Where'd you get that name?" Syrcaid turned the filly around and looked her over. "She looks like a Western actress," S-D shrugged. "Though if she wants to continue her carrier I suggest she stops belching once every five seconds." Syrcaid looked the filly's face over, holding her up in the lamp light of the living room. Taylor let her blanket drop and promptly peed down her own legs. "I think these diapers are too big..." Syrcaid said sheepishly. "Ya think?"
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Posted: Sun Jan 01, 2006 11:03 am
Far from the still peaceful sections of world not yet torn asunder by war was the outermost extreme. The place was lawless and ruled by the iron fist of an enormous bison male named Envric. Ten times larger than a bull, riddled with battlescars along his treetrunk arms and wearing the bones of his enemies as trophies. One would have expected the more predatory creatures to seize command of this section of "the extreme", but the ones nearest were having inner battles of their own to contend with, let alone to seize control of two great grain silos that marked the land as Envric's watchtowers. Still unknown to the outsiders was that within one of the silos a secret well of still clean water had been dug. It was a secret jealously and violently guarded, only those who allowed themselves to be under Envric's control were allowed to drink from it. Though, as many resources that were yet available to them, people were "disappearing". Some fell in combat but yet remained accounted for, some inexplicably just... ceased to be. It was terrifying, cultists were linking it to an angry, hungry god or demon. Envric saw this as sheer nonsense. "There has to be an explanation for it," Envric grunted over his smoking pipe to his henchmen. "You think the brothers would let someone slip past their gaze from those towers?" "The brothers are just as nervous as we are, they could make mist-" "They make NO mistakes!" Envric shot a cold stare at a young Arabian stallion. "Mind what you say of Yosen and Yeson, Andulus, lest you be taken away by forces 'unknown'." Andulus was not convinced, though he was smart enough to not question Envric's judgement any further. To be on bad terms with a leader controlling the food and water would be fatal, not just for him but for his wife with foal as well. There were many expectant mothers these days, from the fear of extinction there had been a burst of marriages, harem taking, and even warfare for control of breeding rights. It was barbaric, Andulus thought, and something had to be done soon for his wife and future child. Envric himself had taken to stealing females from nomadic groups of his own kind. Though anything Envric did would never be questioned, all gazed at him with great uncertainty. He had not made any known plan on what was to be done should the towers be taken.
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Posted: Sun Jan 01, 2006 11:07 am
It was another typical day in Syrcaid's new home, S-D had been hired on to babysit when he had his days off. He stood brooding in the kitchen that morning when she arrived back from a day's worth of grocery shopping. Upon her arrival she found she instantly had to drop the bags she was carrying to pull a diaper back onto Taylor, starting on S-D for his negligence. "S-D! You let her take her diaper off??" Syrcaid scolded him, doing her best to keep from getting kicked by a rambunctious young foal. "Look," S-D sighed in frustration. "I must've put her bloody diaper back on some upteen times just this morning! I've done everything save duct-tape them on, she's figured out how to work the tabs on them. You can't expect me to watch her every single moment. I had to go PEE, for chris'sakes!" "Ammm...! Maaammmaaaammm... ffffff!" Taylor burbled, chewing on the back of her own hands. "Take her with you next time," Syrcaid said, pulling Taylor's tail through the hole of some overalls. "I'm not paying you to babysit for nothing, you bum." "To the toilet!? She's a girl," S-D stopped from mid-pour of his coffee cup to stare at her incredulously from the kitchen. "She's just a baby, you dolt, she won't know what she's looking at. It's a wonder Meka does," she smirked at S-D. "Shut it! Just-!" S-D pointed his coffee cup with accusation at her. "If it's not you, it's that cursed Karma looming over us like two old, snaggletoothed harpies in for a bit of fresh meat." "I can't loom over you, for one, you're a little taller than I am," Syrcaid replied.
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Posted: Sun Jan 01, 2006 11:17 am
"This is the 'A'..." Zizzi was saying, holding a flash card up to his baby sister, who sat and stared at him. She looked more at his face than at the cards themselves, finding it more amusing that the funny boy with the flower on his head was trying to teach her anything. Taylor, teeth half-sunken into an apple, stared at him and watched his face making the sounds. "Aaaaaaaaaaa...!" Taylor parroted. "Good," Zizzi nodded. Of everyone left in the house, Zizzi had the most patience of them all. Despite being only fourteen years old, he had the dispositon and sincerity that was for lack of a better term angelic. For all the horrid things S-D was and spoke, Zizzi was the complete opposite. For all the depravity and extroversion that Evil was, Zizzi was the opposite of that, as well. He was a shy, quiet, reserved, and somewhat effeminate little mouseboy who was enjoying nothing more than giving Taylor an early education. She'd grown a lot since she was first brought home, Zizzi arrived back from schooling in Spain to a baby sister. Instead of being jealous or angry, he was thrilled to not only be the youngest member in the house but to have someone whom -he- could teach things to, as well. So there the Little Professor sat, entertaining a little girl with an apple in her mouth. "This is the 'B'..." Zizzi lifted the card. "Bbbbbbbppptptptbbbb...!" Taylor buzzed her lips at him and laughed because it tickled. "That's close enough," Zizzi remarked, removing his glasses to wipe the apple chunks and salive off of them for the millionth time.
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Posted: Sun Jan 01, 2006 11:22 am
Taylor was having her first Christmas in a toy factory! What could be better!? Babbling and playing with fingerpaints on her own personal bit of wall marked "Taylor's Mural", she was content to smear more of the paint on herself than on the wall.
"Are you sure it's non-toxic?" Meka asked warily, toweling off the second whelp that hatched.
"It's food coloring for the most part," Syrcaid nodded. "That's the smallest smock I could find for her to wear, besides. She'll just have to be pink, red, and blue on her coat in places for a while," she laughed. "At least she's not at a self-conscious age yet."
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Posted: Sun Jan 01, 2006 11:29 am
It was a typical living room evening, Zizzi had gone out to a Christmas party. Syrcaid was all too delighted that he was attempting to be social and he had been fawning over the little redheaded girl he'd had his eye on since third grade. He was entering high school now and had discovered that she'd be sharing a number of his classes with him. It was her cousin's party that he sped off to, actually excited instead of nervous and shy as he usually was.
Evil always found a way to have a Merry Christmas, that was a tomcat's nature. He and his companion Gabriel had gone off to yet another college party. To be sure, she'd be hearing stories and unwillingly viewing lewd Polaroids before the year was out.
With no such luck for the other son, she and S-D were left to mind Taylor and manage the greeting cards. Zizzi deserved the break, it had been his job for the past three Christmases to fold and mail the cards. S-D couldn't be trusted - particularly with the greeting comments and the signatures.
This year, Syrcaid had taken Taylor's Christmas picture from preschool and had it printed as a set of greeting cards.
"She put six fingers on that snowman," was S-D's first comment.
"You're just a typical art critic," Syrcaid laughed as she folded the last of the printed greeting cards to be sent out to the fellow Fourth Wallers. "These are much more meaningful than store bought cards, you know."
"I suspect you're just thankful Evil isn't designing them this year," S-D sighed, pulling on his sweater. "Why did you make me sign it and not Evil or Zizzi?"
"Because you're the one who named her, that's why," Syrcaid groaned, reaching now for the roll of postage stamps.
There was a peaceful silence as S-D distracted himself with watching snow fall gently outside, the window was etched with ice along its frame. The flowerbox was stuffed with old snow and little birds had taken to resting there to peer at their own reflections on the glass.
Taylor was on the woven rug, laughing over "How the Grinch Stole Christmas", one of the whole strings of cartoons and seasonal specials that were in store for the next week. Only half paying attention, she was coloring new pictures and deciding which hand was best to do it in. Syrcaid and S-D hadn't noticed this, but the teachers had been commenting on her grade cards about her "dexterity". Syrcaid had thought it meant her hand-eye coordination and the like, S-D didn't think of it at all.
"What did you get Meka for Christmas this year?" Syrcaid asked after a time.
"A broom and dustbin," S-D smirked impishly.
"Hmm, no doubt he's countered you with a wifebeater jacket and a wool fez," Syrcaid replied.
And so went the beginning of Christmas.
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Posted: Thu Feb 09, 2006 2:26 pm
Taylor's report cards were getting more and more peculiar and she hadn't even started second grade yet! Her first day in first grade and she was sent home with a letter from the teacher. The paper Mrs. Vasquez had written it on was kind of off-setting. Some sort of "happy fun school" stationary in faux crayons with the school's letterhead printed atop of it.
Dear Miss Syrcaid,
We don't think Taylor has special needs, particularly with her feet. The school nurse suggests gentler shoes.
Homeroom Teacher,
Mrs. Vasquez
"Gentler shoes", indeed. Syrcaid wrinkled her nose. Why didn't they just go out and say that Taylor needed a trip to the farrier because the regular shoe store just wouldn't cut it? Why didn't the nurse have the balls to just say that Taylor's bare hooves hurt on "squishy feet"?
The last letter from teacher was about school lunches in the cafeteria and how Taylor would cry on certain days. Syrcaid had Taylor bring home a copy of the cafeteria calender and soon found that some meals served nothing but chicken fried steak and mashed potatoes, leaving Taylor hungry for the rest of the day because she couldn't eat meat.
Syrcaid ate meat, herself, but Taylor knew what Mommy ate was different than what Taylor ate and she was served her veggies. But no one in the cafeteria knew what on earth was wrong when Taylor would rush out of the hall crying. Since then, on those days Syrcaid packed her lots of apples and carrots.
It didn't help that Taylor was getting leggier and leggier, growing pains making her ankles hurt from time to time. Some days Syrcaid would wrap them in legwarmers to keep the joints and tendons warm, the kids in school took it as a fashion statement and were beginning to wear them, too, making Taylor feel self-conscious for the first time in her life.
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Posted: Fri Feb 10, 2006 9:44 am
Boxes were packed, the old crib was disassembled at long last (though Taylor had been keeping her baby doll in it for a time) and placed back up in the basement. Syrcaid stayed home today, barefoot in a sports bra and a pair of beatup jean overalls. Looking like a hillbilly's daughter in bright red hair pulled up in a messy bun and stuck through with the closest thing she could reach when she started cleaning up the nursery.
The furniture that wasn't moved out was covered in tarps and old bedsheets. The floor was lined with newspapers and taped down plastic bags. The window was papered over and the siding slathered over a little sloppily with blue painter's tape.
"Mama, I wanna paint, too," was all that needed to be said and Syrcaid pulled one of S-D's old workshirts over Taylor as a smock and a paint brush was placed into her hands.
Syrcaid sat on a small stepladder showing Taylor how to pour one cup of paint and half a cup of water into a seperate bucket before slapping it onto the walls. It was quiet... civil... it was what heaven should be like.
The room would now have a coat of pale sunshine yellow and the trim would be in marigold. With sponges cut into shapes of circles and triangles, the walls would be stamped in orange and lime. Cowboys and Indians would soon occupy the room, like out of an old Western. Finished wooden furniture would be reintroduced and Syrcaid was sewing new curtains and comforters.
There was no drama here. There was no conflict, no violence. This was Taylor and Syrcaid's little heaven, where there were no monsters and no creatures lurking in the darkness. It was just like this when Zizzi was brought home, just a baby and its mother in blissful peace. No matter what small arguments or spats there were when a child tests its limits, there would always be this peace to return to.
She wondered how Zizzi was doing, but he was so much more mature than S-D and Evil had ever been that she hardly needed to do anything for him save to make sure he was fed, healthy, and clothed. He had his own agenda, now. She'd given him a cellphone, a PDA, and in a year more or two he'd no doubt get rights to the car.
This time it was two girls, no longer surrounded by males and there was now excuses for tea sets, pink teddy bears, and plans for model horse collections. Granted, that never stopped her before but even S-D fell victim to bringing home things in pink for his little sister.
She was loved here and this was heaven.
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Posted: Fri Dec 08, 2006 12:59 pm
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