|
|
|
|
|
|
Posted: Mon Jun 19, 2006 1:52 pm
NineTailedNitemare & Naia's JournalPlease be respectful to both "pet" and owner by not posting within this thread unless you have their express permission. Failure to do otherwise may result in you and your posts' being reported to the administrators as well as going on DemonTainted's Celibate List. Thank you for your time.
|
 |
 |
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
Posted: Tue Jun 20, 2006 2:06 am
IntroductionThe Prompt Ah ********~! Where to begin? I have no clue how this happened, but it did, and unfortunately, YOU, were the only poor little b*****d to witness it. So you'd damn well better explain yourself for this mess and what went the ******** down 'afore Catzi gets out of the shower and GD gets a phone call during one of his *more* drunken episodes. All I know is that their are five crying little girls, six ripped tights, knickers, dresses, shoes- all utterly trashed, scraped knees here, and small bruises their, and two of the five little missys' seemed to have wet themselves. Naia is still refusing to speak to anyone since she's a bit busy nursing a bloody nose with her grubby little hands. And there is applesauce, everywhere on this freakin' floor, and don't even get me started on them charred drapes. Now tell me what the ******** happened and be quick about it! Okay. First of all? Don�t talk to me like I�m the b***h you come home and smack around, because I will not take that kind of s**t. So unless you want my foot so far up your a** that you can taste the toes, I suggest you settle down. Because I. am. freaking out! You know, on the baby-sitting add, you forgot to mention I�d be taking care of Hell spawn. I shouldn�t even be in this mess, but no one hires for assassinations anymore and I have over twenty mouths of my own to feed at home. So here I am, cleaning up after your brats while you�re off lah-di-dahing and your friend up there has been there for hours. I don�t think she�s comin� down anytime soon; she probably cracked her skull and drowned. At least, she better have, because I�ve been yelling for that b***h since this whole ordeal began. You wanna know what happened, huh? Well, it all began when I brought out the movies. Kids love movies. At least, mine do. I thought it�d shut �em up quick and I wouldn�t have to do anything. In and out job- I get my money after Catzi gets out of the shower and we�re done, right? Wrong. How was I supposed to know none of those kids could stomach a thriller? And besides, it�s not an all that scary movie anyway. It was the Ring, okay? The first one- that sequel was more of a cry for money than it was a horror flick. Anyways. I turned that on and raided your fridge while they were busy. The applesauce was originally mine, because it was the only thing I could recognize as food in that place. An apple a day, you know, and all that s**t? I took the whole jar with me along with a spoon -that should be around here somewhere- because I didn�t feel like searching for a clean dish. You wanted honest answers, didnt you? Well, it was all going swell for a while. The kids were asorbed, and I was free to take over the couch because they were sitting so close to the TV. Then that scene came along; the one where that little drowned girl crawls out of the well and begins walking for the screen. Those kids freaked! At first it was hillarious, but then they started climbing all over me! One of them must have kicked the jar of applesauce on their way up, because the next thing I know there�s the sound of breaking glass over the television. Yeah. Needless to say, it was not a happy time for me and I may have tossed a few of them off in my surprise- bad experience with dog-piles, you see. They must have peed themselves sometime between the time they were sailing over four feet of air and hitting the floor, because I don't think there's anything damp on my jeans. The drapes? There was some little pyro lighting those up when I came in and lit the end of my tail on fire, too. You�re lucky I kicked it out or you wouldn�t have scorched drapes- you�d have no drapes and no house! You're also lucky I didn't maul that kid. ....You know, I�m sorry. Sorry I snapped at you the first time you came in, but I�m really stressed out. I shouldn�t be working while I�m PMSing, but it�s not really like I have a choice, either. Most of the things I have running around the house are animals, and they aren�t getting a job anytime soon. I have two grown men, too, but they're dead-beats and incapable of going out in the daylight due to recent events. The only thing they're really good for is teaching the kids the language of the Nazis and playing instruments. Oh. And the skinny one can shake his a**, but so what? He's not even using that to help with the bills. As for that girl... What�d you say her name was? Naia? She must have gotten a foot to the face in the fray. Damn, she really is bleeding, huh? C�mere, kid. Naia. Yeah, I think I�ve got something for that nose in my car. I'm kind of making a pharmacy in my glove-box for my general upkeep. Until then, take these napkins I got from Burger King and keep your head up. Thata girl. I wish my pups could be as quiet as you and suck it up like that. And you... this isn't coming out of my pay, is it?
|
 |
 |
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
Posted: Tue Jun 20, 2006 2:08 am
Table of Contents
Official Post Introduction Table of Contents Updates Milestones Naia Guardian & Housemates Friends & Acquaintances Enemies & Unknown Photos Gifts Reserve Reserve Credits
|
 |
 |
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
Posted: Tue Jun 20, 2006 2:09 am
Updates
October 4/06- Journal update so Naia doesn't get her head on a pike @_@;; Sept 30/06- Naia hits pre-teen! June 21/06- Front page is all filled in June 20/06- Journal front page is labeled
|
 |
 |
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
Posted: Tue Jun 20, 2006 2:10 am
Milestones
June 20/06- Naia enters the Hell that is Redd's house.
|
 |
 |
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
Posted: Tue Jun 20, 2006 2:11 am
Naia Name: NaiaGender: Female (?)Age: 7-9 yearsBreed: (Gender Confused) BishoujoGuardian: ReddJournal Posts In: Dodger BlueRPs In: Dodger BlueHair: Blue, shoulder-lengthEyes: RedSkin: PallidHeight: 'bout 3'3Weight: You don't ask a young lady that >>Distinguishing Features: NoneClothing: A simple black dress, fishnet stockings, and buckle-shoes. Apparently supposed to make her seem proper.Personality: Naia seems pretty quiet for the most part and is content to play by herself even though she's been surrounded by many. She doesn't seem to like speaking to others unless she has to, but her conversations with her imaginary friend, Sasha, are quite extensive. She's shown an early interest in the piano, among a few other things, but other than that she doesn't really give away much about herself.Likes: Piano, long-haired dolls, SashaDislikes: CrowdsFirst Friend: First Playdate: Best Friend: Worst Enemy: Most Respected:
|
 |
 |
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
Posted: Tue Jun 20, 2006 2:12 am
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
Posted: Tue Jun 20, 2006 2:15 am
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
Posted: Tue Jun 20, 2006 2:15 am
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
Posted: Tue Jun 20, 2006 2:16 am
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
Posted: Tue Jun 20, 2006 2:17 am
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
Posted: Tue Jun 20, 2006 2:19 am
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
Posted: Tue Jun 20, 2006 2:20 am
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
Posted: Tue Jun 20, 2006 2:20 am
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
Posted: Tue Jun 20, 2006 2:21 am
|
|
|
|
|
 |
|
|
|
|
|