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PostPosted: Tue Nov 15, 2011 1:05 pm


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I n f o r m a t i o n::


Name: Ziya.

Gender: Male.

Date of Birth: 26 February, 2008.

Dust/Essence: Lightning.

Stage: Teenager.

Personality: Energetic, Sharp, Good-Natured.



This is the journal of Ziya and Enikil. Follow all of their rules as well as the guild's rules and Gaia TOS.

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PostPosted: Tue Nov 15, 2011 1:06 pm


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Static glow
Ziya seems to excrete an electrical aura around himself that amplifies electrical
potency. Due to this, electircal appliances near the young dust experience surges
whenever he passes them; light bulbs flare brighter for example.

Spark
With concentration, the lighting Dust can produce a powerful but short range spark.
Getting hit by said spark would cause a sharp pain and probably a nasty electrical burn.

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PostPosted: Thu Nov 17, 2011 7:16 pm


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Name: Ziya
Age: Teen (15-17)
Gender: Male
Orientation: Unknown
Likes: Apples, Mechanical related things, Walks, and Storms
Dislikes:Sleeping in too late, Clutter, and Conflict.
Personality: Ziya is much more bubbly and out going compared to his Guardian. He loves to explore and learn new things so he can broaden his knowledge. Taking things apart and rebuilding them has become a hobby of his, liking to see how things work. Learning to be a mechanic seems to be where he wants to direct his life and time too as he's taking lessons from his guardians friend.
Being outside even in the rain is where he’s normally found, even if its just in his back yard. Though it rarely happens he likes to listen to Ashton play a song and tried to encourage his more secluded counterpart outside and into life. He doesn’t know the full extent of his Guardian nor does he have a very easy time in reading him. Despite that he is really caring and tries to do his best to show his Guardian he’s very capable of doing things on his own. For example, he likes to do the shopping for food when Ashton is fast asleep from pulling a late shift at work, or cleaning the house as well.
PostPosted: Thu Nov 17, 2011 7:17 pm


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Name: Ashton
Age: 24
Gender: Male
Orientation: Bi
Likes: Sleeping, Playing and Composing Music, and Cherries.
Dislikes: Alcohol, Violence, Early Mornings, Talking about himself and Cooking.
Personality: Ashton is very quiet and reserved; he tends to come off a little antisocial but he’s more socially awkward then anything. He has always been a little shy at least, but he became more awkward as time progressed. Surprisingly he’s very good with a guitar and has a knack for singing; however he’s too shy to sing in front of anyone. Being alone is something he enjoys yet loathes at the best of times. When alone it’s quiet but gives him too much time to be self reflective to the point where he just puts himself down. When around someone he’s sued to, he can be a sarcastic and teasing but all in fun.
History: Ashton grew up as an only child, who loved playing outside with his Best friend Heather. His mother worked at a bakery while his father was a Carpenter; normally his best friend Heather would play with him all day as her mom was his baby sitter. When he was sixteen his father died in an onsite work accident, a support beam of a house fell on him and crushed him. Him and his father had been very close so Ashton took this very hard and started to withdraw himself away from friends and much of the outside world. He started to write more and play more guitar since his father had taught him lots. However as he retreated into himself, he failed to see how ill his mother was. Then when he was seventeen his mother passed of a complication from Pneumonia. Not wanting to lose the house his father built, Aston finished school and got a job washing dishes at a Local pub. Once he was old enough he started Bar tending since he needed the tips to pay more of his bills.




Brother

Name: Fintan
Gender: Male
Stage: Child

Orientation: Unknown
Likes: Experiments, Science, Reading, Exploring,Studying/Observing people and Pears.
Dislikes: Rain/Snow or just general cold, Idiots, Lairs, Large groups and Being ordered around.
Personality: For most who meet Fin for the first time its a split reaction to how one takes to him. They either find him extremely rude and annoying or brilliant and intense; though it does matter what sort of mood the child is in. He's exceptionally observant and to the point, as he finds avoiding the truth very dull and boring. Saying how he thinks and feels; he rarely ever considers how it will make others feel. Its not like he's trying to be nasty, its just he doesn't seem to understand why it would offend someone. Its the truth after all and he calls it as he sees it.
He can spot trouble from a mile away and calculate what has caused it and at times how to solve it. This helps deal when he sneaks out on his own to prowl around town. It is also a good way to keep himself out a trouble and under the radar of his Guardians watchful eye. He likes the challenge of trying to solve some of occurrences, though more for the thrill of the hunt then the helping people part.
Social isn't a word someone would use to describe the child, as he likes to keep to himself and either read or experiment on things. Reading gains knowledge and that is something he seems to thirst for. Better understanding as much as he can helps him with deducing what he can about life around him. Though however is social situations he is relatively calm yet a little more snarky and uneasy with his conversations. His automatic response is to analyze people and if hes rather spiteful mood, he will pick up on things and share even when he knows he shouldn't. So his general lack of social tack makes it difficult to take him to parties.

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PostPosted: Thu Nov 17, 2011 7:25 pm


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{ First Meetings}

(lvl. 2)


The stars twinkled in the clear sky, the black velvet sky sharp and calm. Tonight would be the perfect night for some star gazing, if that was what one was into. The stars winked, beckoning all eyes on them as they wanted to soak it in to fuel their shine. Dark rainstorm colored hues answered their calls; a mess of black hair framed the pristine pale features. The slight n** in the air didn’t seem to bother him all that much, the scarf around his neck fighting it off.

Long slender fingers curled around the long blades of grass, caressing the long lush blades. His small back pressed against the stone wall, the smooth stones pressing against him. A long empty sigh escaped him, his eyes holding a dreamy quality to them as if he was thinking of a far off dream. It clung to his consciousness as if begging to be remembered.

“What does it mean…..” He whispered, his words coming out in the form of mist. He knew he wouldn’t get his answer just like that, but it was worth a try. It was the same dream he had every night, it was starting to haunt him as he saw flashes of it during the day down.

The dream would always start with him standing by a large oak tree, its mighty limbs reaching to the stars. Then the thunder above would clap then lunge at the tree, exploding it. Then from the ruins of the tree something yellow seemed to glow, beckoning him to go see. But once he reached the tree and peek inside he’d wake up.

Suddenly the wind picked up, his scarf getting yanked from him, swirling and dancing up into the sky. Sighing softly, he got to his feet and ran after it as long as his slender legs would support him. The roar of the churning of dark clouds above howled as they rolled in from no where. As they made their entrance, there was the flash of the god Thor’s claws. The bolt snarled and bit into the tree to the left of him, causing it to buckle and break under its might. A startled cry escaped him from the sound, then the sudden down pour of rain hammered against his frail frame. Throwing his arms over his head, he shook a little, hoping the lightening wouldn’t strike again.

Oddly enough everything seemed to grow silent, not even the merriment of the crickets chirping. Pulling his arms away from his head, he looked over at the smoldering tree as smoke came from the remains. This was totally eerie; this is what happened in his dream. But dreams never came true like this; this was most frightening for sure.

Pausing for a moment, he forced himself to walk over to the tree and stood at the base of the mess. The rain seemed to soak through his bones and right to the very core of him. A chilled shiver coursed through him, worried that if he peeked over to look at what was he’d pass out or something. Gathering his courage, he looked over into the rubble and was surprised to see what he did. Nestled amongst the rubble and ashes, was a tiny little yellow bottle.

Fishing a handkerchief out of his pocket, he used it to pick up the bottle just in case it was hot. Much to his surprise, the bottle was quite cool in his hands, to he took it out of the cloth and rolled it in his hand. It was beautiful, appearing that it could not have been crafted by humans. But that would be crazy. But how much more crazy could it be since it seemed this had come from the sky, the lightening bolt as its vessel.

Studying it for a few more moments, he placed it safely into his pocket and looked around. No one was around, no one to questions him about what he had. Good. Shivering suddenly as he remembered it was raining harshly, he jogged off towards his home for a nice change of clothes and perhaps some tea.



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{The Good Left Undone}

(lvl.3)


Rain pelted against the pane of glass, rolling down only for more to replace it. It always seemed to rain here now, the nice weather never wanted to stick around for any longer then a few days. It was as if the sun was afraid to show its glowing face to them, shying away from the praise it got when it was forced to appear. Cutting through the sound of the rain, the strumming of a guitar could be heard echoing from the dully-lit room. It was situated in a relatively small home; it had two floors and was more of a tall thin sort of home.

Long pale fingers moved across t he strings, humming softly as if trying to find the right tune. He adjusted the little knobs before falling into a quick tune, a smile on the player’s lips.

"In fields where nothing grew but weeds,
I found a flower at my feet,
Bending there in my direction,"


Storm colored hues looked towards the bottle on his desk by the window, seeing it start to glow a little. It seemed like every time there was a storm outside it jumped to life. It was odd; he couldn’t bring himself to tell anyone about the strange bottle. People would probably think he was crazy anyways.

"I wrapped a hand around its stem,
I pulled until the roots gave in,
Finding now what I’ve been missing,"


His fingers strummed quickly over t he cold strings, heating them up with the passion of his song. A song he had heard once upon a time in another place and slowly made it into his own. Where he played for others; but for now just to his little bottle. The bottle, which seemed to smile at him as the sparkled and swirled in the candlelight. Their merriment drowned out the pelting of the rain, the angry snarl of the outdoors.

"But I know…
So I tell myself, I tell myself it’s wrong.
There’s a point we pass from which we can’t return.
I felt the cold rain of the coming storm."


Taking a long deep breath, eyes remaining glued to the little glass bottled he prepared for the chorus. The song just seemed to fit; he could have sung anything in the library kept locked up in his mind but this one just felt right. The little bottle seemed to enjoy it so who was he to complain?

"All because of you,
I haven’t slept in so long.
When I do I dream of drowning in the ocean,
Longing for the shore where I can lay my head down,
I’ll follow your voice,
All you have to do is shout it out."


Black locks of hair seemed to find their way over his eyes, blocking out his view of the bottle for a moment. Even though he couldn't clearly see it, he could feel it there. It was like that when he left it here up on his desk while he puttered downstairs. it seemed to get a little... put out when it was left alone. But that didn't make much sense. What kind of emotions would a wee bottle have? it wasn't even living as far as he knew.

"Inside my hands these petals browned,
Dried up, fallen to the ground
But it was already too late now."


But it seemed every time he thought it wasn't alive it seemed to scold him. Give him a dirty look with those nonexistent eyes. It would refuse to spark or glow for him, not matter what soothing words he'd give it. Only when he started to play his guitar would it come around, reluctantly it would glow and dance for him. So in a way he did admit that he believed it was alive some how, or there was at least something inside there.

"I pushed my fingers through the earth,
Returned this flower to the dirt,
So it can live. I walked away now."


On days he made nothing for playing his music, it was nice to know it wasn't falling on deaf ears. If the bottle liked it was good enough for him. People would always tell him that being a musician wasn't going to earn him enough to keep his fathers house. Sadly they were correct, not amount of heart full ideals and naive dreams would fight away the bill collector. With money tight in a lot of places, the little wharf city was in a struggle. In a city of darkness, this little bottle was the light that he needed.

"But I know…
Not a day goes by that I don’t feel it’s burn.
There’s a point we pass from which we can’t return.
I felt the cold rain of the coming storm."


The more practical side of him screamed at him to sell the house and move to a different city that had more opportunities for him besides bartending at a tavern. He knew he was barely or threatening enough to really fill that position. But his compassionate lending ear and willingness to give advice to the drunken patrons. Some of which had angered their wives, or lost a job; which was the more common one, and needed someone to listen to their troubles. He had always been a good listener, and his large heart kept him from ever leaving those patrons. He had made to many friends to leave right now.

"All because of you,
I haven’t slept in so long,
When I do I dream of drowning in the ocean,
Longing for the shore where I can lay my head down,
I’ll follow your voice,
All you have to do is shout it out."


For friends, he would always have the little bottle at his side, no matter what. So whatever he decided to do or where ever he decided to travel too he would always the sparking yellow bottle. His mind was barely on the song now, but it was such a second nature to him that the words still streamed from his pale lips.

"All because of you…
All because of you…"


The song seemed to quicken as he came close to its end, the bottle pulsing in rhythm, adding a little light show. The candlelight flicked, licking at any of the stray sparks it managed to catch in its fiery jaws. The flame didn't seem to mind sharing the light, like a silent kinder ship between the fire and the glow. Sometimes when he looked deep into the bottle, it didn't seem just like a normal glow. There was a sharpness to it, an different kind of energy that seemed to rise from it. Its glow wasn't exactly warm, more sharp and exact, only straying every so often.

"All because of you,
I haven’t slept in so long.
When I do I dream of drowning in the ocean,
Longing for the shore where I can lay my head down,
Inside these arms of yours."


Upon reaching the end of his song, his voice remained strong even though he was dead tired. After working all afternoon he wanted his sleep. However it was customary to play a song for the Bottle before they went to bed.

"All because of you,
I believe in angels.
Not the kind with wings,
No, not the kind with halos,
The kind that bring you home,
When home becomes a strange place.
I’ll follow your voice,
All you have to do is shout it out."


Letting his hand fall away, he looked over at the bottle and smiled gently at its now more relaxed glow.
"There.... now may I sleep?" He asked with a grin, earning two pulses t hen it went dim so he could sleep. Sighing softly, he set his guitar against the wall by his bed and drew down the sheets. Pulling off his shirt and tossing it over into the corner, he ran a hand through his dark hair before yawning. Shivering a little, he walked over and blew the candle out, giving the bottle a pat and climbed into bed.


(( Song Good left undone by Rise Against ))



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PostPosted: Thu Nov 17, 2011 8:26 pm


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{Just another working day}

(lvl.3)


“Ashton! Another pint my way lad!”

The sudden drunken bellow assaulted the dark haired males ears, storm colored hues rolling a little at the request. Slender fingers were digging away the stickiness of a large mug with a soapy cloth, never pausing for a moment.

”Don’t you think you’ve had enough there Nelsen?” The youth asked, setting the mug back into the small sink. Arching a thin eyebrow at the others response which was, ‘It takes more then three pints to knock me down, I’m was strong as a sturgeon.’

“Yeah you’ll be swimming with the fishes if you’re not careful…” Ashton muttered mostly to himself as he grabbed a new mug and walked to the tap. Tilting the mug, he pulled the tap and watched the amber liquid fill the glass. Making sure there wasn’t much head on the beverage he walked over and set it down in front of the stocky man. Watching t he large hand grip the handle, he brought it to his lips, which were shrouded with a bristly beard. Taking a large swig of the beverage, a long sigh escaped him as he step the now half empty mug down. It amazed the young man how fast some of these patrons could drink, as if they really were fish.

Taking up his almost forgotten mug from the sink, he set it on the drying rack and leaned back against the back counter. Wiping a pale hand on the front of his apron, he looked over when Nelson called him over again.

”Boy, has anyone told you … that you look quite out of place here?” The large man stated bluntly, though meaning no offense. Ashton had known this hefty fisherman for long enough to know he was just like an overstuffed teddy bear. Arching an eyebrow again, he gave the man an disgruntled look and asked how so.

”Hear me out, for one your body type isn’t one that would be able to handle your current company lets say… even at my age I could break you in half. Perhaps you could run fast but even still, that’s one strike against you” Nelson added, his snowy hair looking darker in the low light. “Secondly, you are as timid as a mouse, much too kindhearted though most do like to be heard out by you…. Also—“

”Nelson what are you getting at? I’ve never had one complaint against me… please don’t ruin my perfect record now” Ashton grinned a little, though it was slightly forced. He was serious in a sense, if he lost this job he would have a hell of a time finding a new one. Rubbing a hand against his neck, he looked around the tavern, seeing a few people look their way then back into their drinks. He already knew he was out of place here, but Eliza still let him work here. She was like the mother he never had; she took care of him and sometimes let him take whole meals home with him. The women was fairly well off, more so then most since her business was booming as people drank themselves right into her pocket.

“Ah, my boy never worry about that, you are well liked by everyone who comes in…. its just you have a different sort of air to you…” Nelson spoke up again, a slight sparkle in his eye. “Something about you has changed, well more of emerged them changed I suppose since its always been there”

”What do you mean? I’m still the same as from yesterday?” Ashton gave him a strange look before thanking a customer for leaving him a few coins in his tip jar. He wouldn’t be surprised of a moth had been disturbed from its slumber how rare it was for people to leave a tip most of the time.

”I’m not quite sure but I have a feeling you are destined for much greater things then this shabby old tavern” Nelson grinned before polishing off the last of his beer.

He could feel the others eyes on him as he reached out and snagged up the empty mug and set it into the soapy water. The others words made him think of the little bottle he had back at home, could that have something to do with it? But what had changed in him? He still acted the same, looked the same didn’t he?

”Ah don’t worry about it lad, you’ll see in time… till then find a lady friend…. Or maybe a tall dark looking friend possibly in your case; to keep you company at home” Nelson chuckled at the flush of red he earned. The boy was so thin frail and downright girly looking, so much so that it was impossible to see him with a woman. The old man saw nothing wrong with it, to each his own. The boy was dear to him and he’d take a round for him any time if anyone hassled him. His own boys could care less on what happened to their old man, yet young Ashton seemed to care. Digging into his pocket, he dropped a few coins into the tip glass and stood up from the bar stool.

”Nelson….” Ashton sighed a little, shaking his head and covering his face with a small hand. He liked to keep his personal life … well personal; but people just seemed to pick things up about him. “Do you need help getting home? I can get Eliza or Shepard to help you?” He asked, earning a head shake and a wave as the man made his way out of the tavern.

Sighing softly, Ashton shook his head and went back to cleaning up, pouring more drinks as orders came to his attention.



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{ Dinner conversations}


(lvl.4)


Clouds rumbled, the dark stormy gloom that came from it threaded to pour its tears across t he earth. It wanted to spread its heartache to all of the land, wanting them all to know its suffering and misfortune. Its harsh words t he crack of the thunder, its angry gestures the sharp bite of the lightening. But for right now, it was just the gentle tears that fell from it, no energy for it to implement its frustration.

Ashton was trying to dodge the rain, rushing with arms full of groceries to stock up his home just incase the floods returned. Last thing he needed was for him to have to swim out to find something to eat! Though he knew it would never get that bad, he still wanted to be sure he had food just in case. Unlocking his front door, he hurried in and closed it after himself, heaving a heavy sigh. Setting his keys down, he kicked his shoes off and hurried to his modest kitchen. As he put everything away, he faintly wondered how his bottle was doing. He had left it alone all day.

Why would he worry about a bottle? He had no idea if it got lonely or not while he was gone, perhaps it relished in its freedom? Ah what did it matter, he was home now. It never complained that it was alone all day, nor did it even speak so why did he worry? It didn’t have to eat, drink or be bathed. It just sat there on the windowsill. If it had eyes somewhere in that deep yet soft glow it had a view. It would be able to see the empty lot behind the house, where the street children played. Ashton just hoped they didn’t throw another rock through his window; it was hard enough to keep the draft even without a hole in his bedroom window.

After cooking a decent meal, he ran up and got the bottle, sitting it across from him at the table and started to eat. Quietly he told the bottle how his day had been, all the recent happenings and such. To any passer by, he had to have looked pretty insane. Here he was sitting down to dinner talking to a glowing bottle. No normal person did things like this, but one could suppose Ashton wasn’t all that normal. He lived alone, didn’t have too many friends and had no significant other. Just kept to himself, talking to people at work and that was a bout it. His only True friends were Nelson from the bar, Eliza his boss, and Heather his childhood friend. He saw less and less of Heather as she was now pregnant with her first child, her husband a young apprentice to a master fishermen. She came to visit time to time; but he saw less of her.

Perhaps he should go and visit her tomorrow, bring the little bottle with him. It was his day off after all and it would probably do him some good to have conversations to people who were well human and not drunk. Though conversations with drunks were always interesting, unless they were a lot stronger then you. Thinking back to that, he touched his upper arm gently, hoping the large bruise there would fade over night.

Returning to his conversation with his wee bottle, he ate his dinner and just enjoyed the simple company he had for now. In his mind somewhere it was like the bottle was answering, its ever changing patterns of flashing light and the sparks made the illusion that it knew what was being said. That was enough for him; he wasn’t high maintenance that way. Just the fact that it could be listening was good enough for him.



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{Visitations Pt 1}

(lvl.4)


Pale knuckles tapped against the wooden door, stormy hues looking off to the side as he waited out in the rain. It hadn’t stopped since last night; the sky must have been very upset about something. He faintly wondered if Heather still lived here, she never said anything about moving in the past, but things change. Not everyone felt so tied to their home like he did. His home sometimes felt like a noose around his neck, the memories it held choking the life out of him.

“Ashton… Ashton hello?”

”O-Oh sorry! Hi! Um… surprise?” Ashton flushed a little, having zoned out in his thoughts so much he hadn’t even noticed his dear friend standing at the door.

“It sure is! Come get out of the rain silly!” She giggled gently, taking the others arm and dragged him into her home. He let her guide her into her home and fuss over how wet he was. Then he tried not to laugh as she fell into possibly a well practices lecture about going out into the rain without a proper coat on.

“Sorry Mum” He teased, sticking his tongue out at her. “ You look wonderful you know,” He added after.

And that was no lie; her dark red hair was pulled back from her soft freckled face, deep green hues bright with life and joy. Her cheeks were warm from the complement had have given her, making him grin a little. The small swell in her belly was only slightly noticeable at this angle, though knowing her for years it was easy for him to see. It suited her well; it gave a nice curve to her slight form, which she had always hated.

”Awe shut up you! I have a pie cooling and if you want any you better dry off “ She ordered, a playful glint in her eye told him she was harmless.

Taking the towel that had been thrown at him, he dried his hair, slipping shi sneakers off as he followed her into the kitchen. The whole house smelt of apple pies and cinnamon, something he surely never expected. Heather and him used to play in the mud together; well she’d push him into the mud then promptly call him a wussy. They were tree climbing friends, they had grown up on the same block till her parents decided to move closer to a home near her fathers shop. During those few years apart she had met Greg and they began to drift apart. Greg had promptly told him to back off, no matter how many times himself and Heather told him they were just friends. Their deep friendship alarmed Greg; made him feel threaded by the skinny frail looking teen. Heather had once said that he was no more of a threat them a wee mouse. Never t he less he distanced himself from her, wanting to make everyone happy.

“Wow look at you, my little mechanic has become domesticated!” Ashton teased, plopping himself down into a kitchen chair. Yelping, he ducked when a cup was thrown at his general direction, peeking up from the edge of the table.

”Domesticated my a**! I’m pregnant you toad, even still I could probably beat you up!” Heather seethed, shooting him a nasty glare before setting out to make some tea. “You know this is only temporary, domesticated… feh!” She grumbled, his voice full of irritation.

Ashton knew full well she could kick his a** no problem, his real worry was that she was forgetting who she was. He was well aware that people changed but Heather always found a way to stay the same.

”So what brings you here anyways? I thought you were trying to keep away from me?” She giggled a little and sat down across from him as the water boiled.

”I wanted to show you something I found…” Ashton said softly, letting the towel hang around his neck. Was he using the bottle as an excuse to see his old friend? Perhaps, but he was sure the bottle wouldn’t mind. Maybe it would be good for the bottle to meet other people besides himself.

Pulling the bottle out of his pocket, he unwrapped it and set it on the table. The bottle started to spark and glow, its brilliant yellow light dancing around them. Looking up at Heather, she was utterly silent, a look of wonderment in her eyes.

”Where…. Where did you find such a trinket?” She breathed softly, deep green hues looking quite serious.

Knowing he had caught her attention, he smirked a little and started to tell her of the strange dreams he had been having and how he met his little bottle. It was goo d to get this off his chest, to tell someone else about the little bottle. Maybe now everything would make more sense to him.



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{Quiet reflections}

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Turning the knobs on the modest tub, steam filled the room as hot water poured out of the dual taps. Soft Stormy hues looked a twinge sad as he watched the water fill the tub. Fishing the bottle out of his pocket, he set it on the counter, away from the water as not to give himself a nasty shock. He didn’t need any more pain educed unto him. Looking at the mirror, he frowned at the bruise on his cheek and the mud that was in his hair. Ugh he looked a mess, more then a mess he looked terrible. Looking back to the tub, he twisted the old knobs closed and striped down. Tossing his rain and mud covered clothes into the corner of the room; he gloomily knew he would have to clean it all up after. Once he was free of all his clothing, he stepped into the tub and sat to soak, a pained sigh escaping him.

Letting his head slip underneath the water, he blindly grabbed t he bar of soap from the lip of the tub and bright it under the water to scrub his locks. The jet black locks snaked around the tub wildly, foaming as the bubbles and dirt flew from it. A few moments later he resurfaced but only so his nose was above the water.

It was easy to see he was sulking, but he had a good reason for doing so. Heathers husband had come back and gotten fairly angry once seeing Ashton. Thus why the side of his head hurt; from being cuffed, and a few odd bruises from being tossed out the door. After being told not to come by ever again or he’d be a dead man, and the door slamming he heard the two fight angrily.

After being tossed, his first worry was that the bottle had been broken during the scuffle but thankfully it was fine. Ashton wasn’t too worried over Heather as she was a rough mechanic who had three older brothers to contend to growing up. He had seen her beat up two boys twice her size before without breaking a sweat. All he worried about was that he’d never get to see her again. She meant everything to him and now this idiot was ruining it because he felt threatened by their close friendship.

The drip from the tap seemed to echo through the hollow room, shaking his frail frame. Even though he was submerged in hot water, he still felt chilled. Everything felt like it was a mess; he was tired of not being able to see Heather, tired of being alone. Even in a pub full of people he felt alone, the angry gnawing of the little voice in his head that mocked him. Saying he was a failure, that he’d die alone and cold with an empty church service if one would be held at all.

Heaving a heavy sigh, he watched the bubbles flow from his lips, breaking the surface swiftly. The soft gentle glow of the bottle caught his attention, as if the little thing was trying its best to comfort him. And in an odd way it was comforting, the little pulses of yellow. It made him feel a little less alone, like there was someone who he was allowed to have around. The gloom edged slowly away from his storm colored hues, sitting up so the water was at shoulder level. His thick hair clung to his cheeks and neck, sticking painfully to the bruise on the side of his head. How was he going to explain that to Eliza tomorrow night at work!

Eliza, another wonderful women he had come across in his lifetime. She was tough, but more gruff and angry looking then Heather; much older as well. Eliza’s own children were a little older then himself, one worked along side of him and was fairly nice but didn’t talk much. Shepard was the brawn while Ashton was the cheerful conversationalist. They had a good balance, so they were always paired up for shifts.

Yawning softly, he rubbed at his tired eyes and wondered if he should just call it a night, skip dinner since he was fortunate enough to have had two pieces of Pie before Greg had shown up. It had been good much to his surprise since Heather had never been much for cooking, that was his job he had always been told.

Laughing at t he memories of burnt eggs and chalky tasting pastas, he hauled himself out of the tub and pulled the plug out. Toweling off, he grabbed the bottle and walked to his bedroom, vowing to clean up in the morning. Yawning again, he set the little bottle down on the windowsill and just climbed into bed as is. He lived alone, so who really cared if he went to bed naked as the day he was born. No one could get in either, so to hell with it!



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{Finding your inner volt}

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{ The boy who came from a bottle}


Lights seemed to dance around his darkness, little sprinkles of yellow. Like sugar plum fairies did they dance around, almost in a warming fashion. Their twirls left a fairy dusting of glitter, which faded and fell into the darkness; oddly reminding him of a snail trail. Wanting to lift a hand to catch one, he felt as if lead had filled his veins, anchoring him into place. He was drowning in the water bogged down mind, watching little gold fairies in delight. But it was comforting, not frightening.

Till there was a sudden ear piecing screech, sharp violent lights flashing and exploding the little glitters of yellow. Tiny cries where heard as a sudden crash till everything went silent again.

Groaning softly, storm colored hues opened slowly, looking around his room groggily. He couldn’t remember a time he had been this out of it. Coughing softly, Ashton put a pale hand to his forehead and sat up, his sheets tumbling off of him. Wait…. He remembered a bright light flashing when he was outside in the rain.

”Your awake!”

His head jerked to the opposite side of his bed, so fast he thought he’d have whip lash. Sitting with his small back up against the wall, there was a little boy. Cradled on his knees was a plate from his fridge, left over meatloaf from work. His hair was a brilliant shade of yellow that faded into black on two longer locks. Grey eyes innocently bore into him, they were questioning but not pressing.

”W-who are you? How did you get into my house?” He croaked, eyes watering as pain bubbled through him. It was a logical question that he felt really needed an answer. H is next one would be how he got back into his house and into bed.

”Well… you haven’t given me a name yet,” The boy stated in a matter of fact tone, “You never gave me one while I was in the bottle, you just talked…. And sang.”

Where was this familiar, the boy felt familiar too, which was totally strange since he’d never seen him before. Tapping his chin a little, stormy hues just seemed stare at the kid in question, totally confused on what was really going on here.

”You sang to me about not sleeping but when you do your swimming in an Ocean… or whatever…” The boy said again, which caused Ashton’s eyes to widen. He rarely sang that song to anyone! He’d only ever sang it to Heather and his father… and his….

“No, No way… you’re from the… No t hats impossible!” He practically shrieked, “ There is no possible way! God just when I thought I was nuts!” he exclaimed.

Frantically the dark haired male searched for the little yellow bottle, it had to be somewhere, he had it out in the field where…. Lightly struck… and…

“Oh Bugger….”


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{Barrels of fun}

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{Visitations prt 2}


“How am I going to explain this...” Ashton mused as he stood beneath a tree, keeping to the shade. To his left, Ziya the little bottle boy, was up balancing on the rock barrier fence. The bright yellow and black haired boy was happy just to be outside and not confined to Ashton’s home. He couldn’t blame him; the poor kid had only been out side of the house twice, once with him to work and once on a walk.

Today however they were outside of Heathers house, his childhood friend hopefully home alone. She would know how to handle this; she was expecting a child so she’d be good with children… right?

“Come on Ziya…” Ashton said softly, watching the boy pause. He was really a sweet heart he had to admit, didn’t cause too much trouble. Though oddly the lights always flickered when he walked by. Once a light bulb exploded and the poor thing thought it was his fault, which was crazy.

Knocking on the front door, he sighed and stood back a little and looked around. The last time he was here Greg had cuffed him and thrown him out. Stupid meathead.

“Ashton? Ah! So you found the balls to come back!” Heather exclaimed, throwing her arms around his neck.

Ashton chuckled quietly, happy to know that she still worried and cared about him. Heather meant the world to him and knew he couldn’t live without her friendship.

Before he could reply to her remark, he heard her squeal slightly and pull away from him.

“Now who would you be little cutie?” She asked, looking down at Ziya. Ashton smiled and watched the small male flush a little at the attention and gave his friend a bright smile.

“ I’m Ziya!” The boy chimed, giggling as the women fussed over him. Ashton didn’t fuss over the boy much, since he probably wouldn’t even know how.

“here come in come in!” Heather ushered the two males in, closing the door behind them. The house was warm, the smell of food once again wafted through the home. That was something Ashton would never get used to, the memories of the two of them trying to cook were still to fresh.

Watching as The red head ushered Ziya into a chair, asking him if he wanted anything to eat. Leaning against the doorway, Ashton just watched, storm colored hues flicking around momentarily to see if Greg was there. Last thing he needed was the big brute coming in and kicking his a** while Ziya was here. Running a hand through his dark hair, he watched Heather give Ziya a sandwich and a tall glass of juice.

“Okay Ashton, where did you find this cute kid?” She asked, wiping her hands on a hand towel she had with her. Her green hues were full of question and wonder, since she was well aware Ashton wasn’t very good with kids.

“Well… you’re not going to believe me… but here’s the whole story…” He started, falling into the story he had for her. Even thought this would probably make him look totally crazy, he had to tell her the truth. She’d know if he was lying either way, so it was best to tell the truth right off the bat.

“..So that’s why I’m here… You know I’m not the best with kids… what am I going to do? He’s my responsibility!” Ashton sighed a little and rubbed his face a little. The dark rings around his eyes seemed to make him look a lot older then he really was, constantly exhausted. Opening his eyes again, he saw Heather looking at him closely, trying to see if he was lying for not.

“You’re not lying… you shitty b*****d…”Heather whispered, looking back over at the cheerful boy. Ziya was happily consuming his sandwich, sipping his juice quietly every so often.

“Well... you’re going to have to take care of him! Come on Ashton you’re not that terrible of a person… a little strange and withdrawn… but I think having Ziya around will give you purpose… which is something you haven’t had in a while.” She replied, giving him a tender smile.

Ashton stood there silent for a moment, dark hues looking over at the small boy who looked very content. He had made the nights a little more bearable, the kids bright outlook was helpful. But taking care of him was a big responsibility. He worked nights, but Ziya didn’t seem to mind cause he liked helping cook in the back.

“Maybe….” He said softly.

“Well you don’t have a choice! I’ll help you! Greg is away for the next month so drop by as often as you can... the boy needs food by the looks of it” She frowned, nudging the other.

“Yeah yeah… you’re sure taking this domestication thing seriously” He teased, getting smacked and shouted at. Laughing and trying to flee her attack, he could hear Zyia’s giggles mixed in with Heathers heated curses.


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