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 Posted: Mon Jul 04, 2005 10:03 pm
  Name: Papree
Stage: Toddler
Gender: Female
Eyes: Purple
Hair: Indigo
Distinguishing Features: Extra long purple hair, facial markings
Reflection: Resentment
Guardian: Bird
Likes: N/A
Dislikes: N/A
Mate: None
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Posted: Tue Jul 05, 2005 12:32 pm
----Contents!
1.) Shattered's Post. :3
2.) Table of Contents
3.) Papree!
4.) Events
5.) Pictures
6.) Pockets (gifts)
7.) Friends
8.) Family
9.) --
10.) --
11.) Credits
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Posted: Tue Jul 05, 2005 12:35 pm
 Name Papree
Further Meaning Papree is a spin off from Paprika, which was a common Romani (gypsy) name.
Font color [dark] violet
Birthdate July 5th, 2005
Stage toddler
Likes being in people's arms, feathers, observing, chocolate...
Loathes obnoxious noises, loud noises... Papree prefers to listen than to speak, choosing to watch instead of join. She only speaks when necessary, and is fond of warm places and silence.
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Posted: Tue Jul 05, 2005 12:36 pm
July 6th -- Raven is introduced to Papree. And she spoke!
July 5th, 2005 -- 'Pree is found! O:
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Posted: Tue Jul 05, 2005 12:38 pm
A shard! .. Where'd that come from? Oh well, I'll just.. put it here...Great leaping tree shrews! It's-- a kid? On my table!Teh smexx. ;3
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Posted: Tue Jul 05, 2005 12:40 pm
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Posted: Tue Jul 05, 2005 12:44 pm
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Posted: Tue Jul 05, 2005 12:45 pm
 Name Bird [noapparentlastname :O]
Font color black
Gender female
Race human
Age in the teenage years, somewhere
Occupation currently unemployed
Defining features ... none, reallly, aside from the massive amount of hair on her head (picture isn't exactly correct. xD)
History was born, grew up, moved out.
Personality Bird has often been described as too nice for her own good. She can't say no to people, quite frequently is mistaken for her age, and looks through the world without cloudy vision. -
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 Name Raven
Font color blue
Gender female
Race Eden Project [blue jay]
Age child-- looks to be about seven or eight
Occupation ... kiddo?
Defining features Blue jay feathers lathering her arms, and always seen with her butterfly, Rumkai, on her shoulder.
History Raven was given to Bird as a leaf, eventually potted, and morphed into a small child. [Nobody's really sure why her name is Raven when she's a blue jay, but...]
Still growing up. ;3
Personality Raven is a goodie-two-shoes. She's happy, bubbly, bright, and smiles too much. And has a bout of jelousy stuck in her, apparently.
[Rumkai's sarcastic, rude, and sly. But still loveable.]
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Posted: Tue Jul 05, 2005 12:47 pm
 Things to do:Introduce 'Pree to Raven [x]
'Pree sees her shadow [x]
Experience first thunderstorm [x]
Halloween costume! O: [x]
And, of course, Halloween [x]
Pree's introduced to... JAZZ. 8D []
Meet the relatives. D: []
BRING YOUR CHILD TO WORK DAY. XD []
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Posted: Tue Jul 05, 2005 12:48 pm
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Posted: Tue Jul 05, 2005 12:49 pm
Shattered Concept: Orestae and Alania/Nio
Artwork: Orastae.
[Crappful] Banners: Bird
Family banner art: shayan1122
Journal Idea: Anya! XD (steal and be maimed. D<)
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Posted: Mon Jul 11, 2005 9:46 am
Discovery. part 1 Bird had never really been able to call herself lucky. Not once in her life could she recall such a time where she, or someone else in the incident, had said, "Golly-gee, that was lucky," or, maybe, "Luck became a lady tonight!" Nothing along those lines had ever been spoken.
This was no exception.
She had woken late, the dawn chorus of birds having evaded her ears, and rushed through the morning haphazardly. Her shoes did not match, she had one sock on. Butter was smeared across her cheek from the toast she had crammed into her mouth, an untucked shirt that was crumpled from the lack of the hot iron's touch was adorned with only a few buttons squeezed into the button holes, and she wore almost scandalous shorts that were most certainly not formalwear.
Bird had been singled out from her entire family-- siblings, cousins, aunts and uncles --to bake the enourmous cake that was traditionally eaten by the two brownies that had gotten hitched sometime in the past year and were somehow related to everyone in her huge family. Bird had never prided herself on her ability to cook.
Somehow, she had managed to drop the eggs straight onto the floor, squirt the cherry sauce onto the ceiling, just about lose a finger in the mixer, start the oven on fire, and thus the fire alarm, convinced and coaxed the firemen out of her house and bake the cake all before three o' clock rolled around.
Everything had been looking up. Bird had almost said to herself, as she carried the finished cake and its proud cherries atop the whipped cream, that that was luck--
And then her sandal slipped on one of the smashed eggs and promptly flung her straight to the floor, cake flying.
It was now lying in a squished puddle a few feet away from the crime scene, plate-- expensive plate --lying in pieces all around its carcass.
Bird had vowed to never again tempt her non-existant, wavering luck by saying it did, infact, exist.
Coming up with an excuse for her stupidity was time-consuming and pointless. So Bird placed an order with the chefs downtown who had baked a cake at least once in their lifetimes, scrubbed her face to look somewhat presentable in public, and was about to pile into her car and rumble down to pick up the chocolate mass when her keys were missing. She was forced to return to the house-- stubbing a sandaled toe in the process --and search.
Which is where she found the television playing its pixels across the screen.
Well, that was odd. She almost never watched the blasted thing, and was quite sure that in the hussle of the morning didn't have time to switch it on.
Bird was just about to press the black button to kill its power when the lone shard caught her eye.
That, to Bird, was even stranger. How in the world had a plate piece land itself here? She didn't give it much thought, however, when the TV played its old movie across the surface.
It must've been a very old movie-- she hadn't known any were made about the gypsie's persecution. The woman in the moving screen was dancing. Dancing rather suggestively to her captivated audience, every move perfect and timed to whatever tune she was moving to. Strange; Bird couldn't hear the sound anymore.
And then suddenly the woman was in chains, clothed in filthy rags, glaring defiantly at the soldiers and others spitting and jeering at her imprisioned form.
Bird blinked, just once, and saw a cherry sauce blob on the ceiling. She blinked one more time for good measure. ... Just a red splatter.
... Best not to think about it!, Bird told herself firmly. Her fingers grasped the shard, careful to avoid its sharp points, and placed it on the cluttered tabletop, covered in unpayed bills and such, for later thought.
And then she rushed out, realizing she was well over two hours late, armed without a chocolate cake, and in serious trouble with her food-loving father once she arrived.
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Posted: Wed Aug 03, 2005 8:21 pm
How had the TV managed to turn itself on? He thought himself rather clever for that one, he did, but no one would ever know about it. Perhaps he might have stayed a moment or two to watch the new arrival, had he not seen a streak of blonde in his mind's eye, calling to him. It was an unexpected arrival to say the least.. but not unwanted. Therefore Halexei would not make an appearance this day, but as with all the lives connected to his presence, he would always be watching. The next day, the shard found itself resting cluttered on a table. It had been left there to lie with the rest of it's surroundings, and felt a little resentful towards being abandoned. Of course, how would Bird have known not to abandon it, the way it was? It strove to change that. And change it did. There was no noise, no special effect, nothing out of the ordinary. One moment the shard was laying crooked against a pad of paper.. and the next it was gone. Sitting crooked on the table in it's stead, was a little girl garbed in gypsy gear.
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Posted: Thu Aug 04, 2005 8:41 am
Discovery. part 2 Ugh. Today had most certainly not been her day.
Bird slammed the creaking door to her small house, bleary eyed and sore. Her back ached from the constant slappings it had endured-- her family liked to pound people on the back as a form of greeting. And her feet were just about to fall off her ankles. She was immensely thankful that Raven was at a friend's house that night.
Bird threw her keys and new worthless keychains (the only thing her family bothered to spend money on as presents) onto the cluttered tabletop, combing her fingers through the disheveled mop on her head. The bright red blob of sauce-- probably dry by now, Bird reasoned with a grimace, and much harder to scrub off -- had dripped some of its body down onto the floor, leaving another mes to deal with.
Bird just about fainted when she turned and found a small child blinking up at her.
Shock somehow kept her standing on her pins, however, which resulted in a staring contest between the two. One blinked, the other fidgeted, and the process was reversed.
Until the small toddler stretched out her arms and splayed her hands against the air in a very familiar gesture.
"Oh... crud."
And then Bird realized the squirt was crying, faint black streaks running down her cheeks.
Bird didn't want to get involved too much-- she was probably someone else's child, and she already had one to deal with. But... it was kind of cruel to leave the poor thing sit there on old bills. So undignified.
... Maybe she was another one of those strange cases like Raven. It'd explain why someone would leave their child in her locked house-- which you had forgotten to lock-- and in those odd clothes-- maybe it's her heritage-- and on her table --perhaps they have a thing about not touching the ground...
While Bird was debating with herself, the child's arms wavered, and slowly sunk. She made no other movements, but the eyes themselves reflected such sorrow that it made Bird's stomach sail around, first to her throat and ending in her toes. Such an accusing look.
That is when Bird threw caution to the wind and scooped the child up, doing her very best to offer comfort.
"Crimony-- don't cry! I'm-- I'm holding you now, so..."
The child wound her small arms around Bird's neck, clinging so tightly that Bird worried for her body's oxygen levels.
"... uhm..."
Purple hair tickled her nose, and the child's grip was becoming anything but lax. Bird gave her a tug which only resulted in an even tighter grip. Hands patted her oddly on the back, and she felt sorely out of place. She cleared her throat (with some difficulty).
"So. Let's.. have you let me go... and we'll get you something." She gently tried to pry the girl's arms loose, as her neck was becoming rather soggy, but she wouldn't budge. Bird gave an exasperated sigh.
"Fine, fine. You can hang on me like a noose. But, honestly, let off a little."
The child loosened her vice hold, burrowing her face into the crumpled (though comfy) and oversized shirt Bird was wearing.
"... Rave is not going t'like this."
It wasn't until later, after the small squirt was sleeping and Bird had worked out the kinks in her neck, that she realized the shard was missing.
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Posted: Mon Aug 08, 2005 7:22 pm
((PREVIOUSLY ON DAYS OF OUR SHATTERED)) It felt like hours had past. Then again, the last time he had thought that, it had only been minutes. Still, his wings ached in tenderness, furious with him for being worked so hard. He was too fragile of a boy to be put through this much labor, he whined to himself quietly. It was only quite some time later that he realized he had regained control of his own body, and was flying of his own free will. He didn't stop, however, perhaps because he was scared that if he did, Lexi would take control again. Suddenly he heard a sickening little snap, and his wings chose for him. The tendons underneath his skin that held his beating wings and forced their rapid movement suddenly snapped, and he cried out in pain, tumbling to the ground on his knees. The little girl in his arms didn't wake, and his hold on her kept her safe, but that didn't stop the horrible twinge of pain he felt in the muscles and tendons of his back. "Owww.. that huuuurt.." He whimpered softly, sniffling. He really wasn't being very mature about this, and why should he? It wasn't as if he was being given a choice. He was such a meanie. "Unf.." He whimpered, as he got up to his feet and looked around. He'd been whizzing past so fast that he lost track of what was around him, and found himself in the middle of a street, in a small town. Was this still Gambino, he wondered? It sure didn't look like it.. there was so much less color surrounding him. It seemed so much more.. suburbian. Great, now he was lost, and he had a broken wing, and he had to take care of a baby, and he had to find it a suitable guardian.. honestly, how could things get any worse? A drop of rain kissed his nose, giving him his answer. "Perfect."He looked up at the sky, and felt a few more drops pelt his face. He squealed and looked about frantically, bolting for the closest door to the closest house and beginning to beat on the door with an awkwardly held fist. "Hello? Hello? Is anyone there? Help, please~!?"
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