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 Posted: Wed Apr 11, 2007 7:43 pm
This is were you'll find enrties from past flatsales I've priticapated in. I like to keep them around for refrence and to see how I've improved.
Updates
4/11/07- Thread Setup
5/4/07- Added GMFC Entry
9/30/07- Added Eden Project Entry
1/17/08
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Posted: Wed Apr 11, 2007 7:49 pm
-Royaume Reveur: Lost
Your name: Elda-Chan
Reve's name: Eilonwy
Prompt (none round 1)
Dream concept: The early evening sun was resting low on the horizon, turning the sky into a colossal canvas of god, streaked with shades of pink, gold, and . A lazy cloud had drifted to close to the sun and was instantly painted a royal shade of purple from the shadows. Swirled with color the sun itself was a deep scarlet and orange. An early summer's breeze blew the last petals of a cherry tree across the path of a tiny park, littering the ground with pink snow. The park was a sight in itself, surrounded on all sides by a large, bustling city, but that tiny swath of green was almost completely untouched by time. Small birds had finished their evening songs, and returned to their nest; the park was all but still.
Within moments after the sun had set and the colors began to wash from the sky. It was then the weather decided to take center stage. It swiftly and effortlessly became a swirling mass of black and purple, growing and sucking power from the air until it was completely still. Suddenly released their power in a golden bolt of pure fire that lit the entire sky. Then, silhouetted in the glow of the lightening, and standing at the highest point within the park, came the figure of a young woman. She was clad in a long Victorian- style dress of deep purple velvet trimmed in gold. She had a royal aura about her, as if the air around her were radiating a magnificent power. She swayed for a moment then toppled down, her long raven hair fanning across the grass around her.
She lay there through the night, as dew collected on her hair and dress. The usual nightlife of creatures that would frequent the park would stop and stare at her, some resentful of the intrusion, but none dared to try and wake the sleeping girl. Until, close to sunrise, a young rabbit, fascinated by this new trespasser in his home, approached her. He smelt her dress, then, entranced; he nibbled her hair to see if she was good to eat. It was this light tugging on her hair that roused her from her slumber.
She sat up abruptly, scaring the rabbit away to his den, and taking in her surroundings. To the east the sun was just beginning to rise, casting it pure gilded glow over the sky. There wasn't even the slightest indication of the abrupt and vicious storm from the night before. She stood, looking over the tops of the buildings of the booming metropolis that sounded the park. I was almost as if she had never seen a city before, and her eyes widened as she drank in the sights of the tall buildings shadowed by the rising sun behind them.
She seemed stunned as she stood there, as if trying to decipher where she was and what had occurred. Her face was expressionless as she took in the sight, and one could not be sure weather she was thrilled or terrified. Finally, she spoke she voice as beautiful as the birds who inhabited the park.
"I've gone so far I'm beyond redemption."
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Posted: Wed Apr 11, 2007 7:51 pm
-Forth Wall: Lost
Your Name: Elda-Chan
The Adoptive Parent's Name If different from the name above: ---
What Drew You To Fourth Wall?: I got curious after seeing the fox twins in another thread, and decided to check it out. I was amazed, to say the least. The babies were just so beautiful, and the parents seemed so loving. After reading the story I was completely hooked.
Why Would You Like To Foster One Of Our Children?: Everyone, wither is be person/plant/ or even animal deserves a chance. I would love to help give a baby this chance.
Which child are you trying for? Which is your Follow-Up Choice?: I would love any child I could get, but my dream would be a bluebird, or, if not that, a Monarch.
Is your chosen species of any personal significance to you? If so, what?: The bluebird holds a special place in my heart, because it was my aunt's favorite creature before her death.
You receive a phone call at home. It seems that your little darling hurt him/herself while out playing and was rushed away for medical care. You are assured that your child is going to be fine and are told to come pick them up. Only...due to general confusion over who would help your child better, they have taken him/her to a veterinary clinic instead of a hospital. Your child seems rather puzzled as to why he/she was put with the animals instead of with the people. How do you react to the staff's decision of placement when you arrive? How do you explain things to your child?
I'm sitting at the kitchen table, absently mindedly stirring long dissolved sugar into a quickly cooling cup of tea and poring over a new paperback. Lilith, my beautiful girl, is at playgroup, I'll be leaving to pick her up in about an hour. It's very quite in the house without her, very still. I'm right at the climax of the plot in my book when the phone rings.
Let the machine get it... I think to myself. You're the one who wanted to finish this book today.
It rings again, and then a third and forth time, finally the answering machine picks up.
"Hello, Elda? This is Molly Mansion from Lilith's play group... there's been an accident."
She didn't get any further; I was at the phone before she could get the words out.
"What happened!" I almost screech into the cordless phone... My mind is racing, a million worries flood my thoughts, each one more horrible than the last. Why did I let her go to that play date? Would I ever see my beautiful child again?
"Please, calm down." Molly is saying, she sounds so calm, collected. It makes me want to scream at her. "She's okay, she was playing tag with some of the other children and hurt her... paw."
"Where is she now?" I ask, already pulling on shoes and hunting car keys, the only thing I know for sure is I have to get to my baby.
"Well you see there was this big to-do about weather she should go to the hospital... or..." Now I'm angry, this woman is stalling and she won't tell me where my baby is.
"Or what!" I scream at her, I'm desperate, my child needs me.
"Or a veterinary clinic..." I'm stunned speechless for a moment. Then, taking a deep breath, I suppress to urge to scream at her more.
Three minuets and six 'We thought it for the best' latter, I'm on my way to Eastside Veterinary clinic to rescue my child. Underneath it all I'm seething. While I understand the mother's decision, I can't say I'm happy with it.
As I enter the clinic the harsh smell of cat, dog and cleaning fluids hit my senses. I walk to the desk and glance at the lady behind it. She's reading her e-mail, completely focused on the computer screen. I stand there for another moment, she does't look up, and finally I clear my throat loudly. She jumps as thought she's been shocked, I glare at her.
"Um.. can I help you?" She asks, none to happily.
"I'm here to collect Lilith." I tell her sharply. She looks confused. "Lilith," I repeat. "She's a young wolf cub... she can uh... talk." I have always had problems explaining my child to strangers, in fear they wouldn't understand her.
"Ah..." She smiles. "Yes, so you're her mother. She's been asking for you ever since she got here. Strange little thing, isn't she?" My frown deepens, she looks nervous. "Not that it's a bad thing."She tells me quickly. "The doctors are all quite taken with her."
She directs me to a room near the back of the small building. It's here I find my baby, sitting on the lap of a friendly looking young doctor, who reading to her from a very tattered copy of The Very Hungry Caterpillar. She's still a little young to understand the meaning behind the words, but we have the book at home and the bright pictures have always thrilled her. She looks up as I walk in and smiles gleefully.
"Mommy!" She chirps happily, almost leaping out of the doctor's lap and into my open arms, I hug her gently, wary of her bandaged paw. I look over her head at the doctor who's lap she has abandoned. He smiles at me, and I feel some of my anger trickle away.
"Quite a little beauty you have there...miss?"
"Elda. And yes, she's my little bundle of joy." I say proudly, clutching her tighter to me.
"Mommy..." She looks up at me, her golden eyes shining in the crisp illumination of the florescent lights overhead. "Can we go home mommy?" I look once again to the doctor who nods his approval.
"She has a small sprain, as long as she stays off that paw for a few days she should be fine."
I thank him and Lilith and I exit the clinic quickly. The drive home is made in relative silence, Lilith doesn't seem to feel like talking and I know better than to try and press her. When we arrive at our humble abode I carry Lilith inside and settle down with her on the couch. We snuggle together for a bit, Lilith always responds well to physical displays of emotion.
"Lilith, sweetie." I whisper to her after a few minutes. "What's the matter? Why have you been so quite? Does your paw still hurt?" I stroke her fur gently as I wait for her to answer.
"Mommy... why did Miss. Molly send me to an animal doctor?" I blink, not certain of how to handle this. I think for a moment then sigh gently.
"She was only doing what she thought would be best for you." I say, trying to convince myself as well.
"Is it because I'm different? Is being different bad?" I look down at my child, my beautiful, innocent, child.
"Being different isn't a bad thing, its special. Unfortunately baby, not everyone sees special in the same way." I kiss the top of her head. "And I love you because you're special..." I think for a moment. "You want to know a secret?" Her eyes light up, I've said the magic word.
"Tell me please mommy!" She begs me. "I love secrets." I smile at her and lean in close to whisper in her ear...
"And I'll love you no matter what, no matter who you are or anyone else says you are, you'll always be special to me."
"That's a good secret mommy." She grins at me. "But I already knew it."
"So, do you still feel bad about going to the doctor with the animals?" I ask, wanting to make sure she harbored no ill feelings.
"Nope, I like it! It's special!"
It sure is baby... it sure is...
From your child's standpoint as they wonder about where they really came from and what their parents and home must have been like.
Dear Diary,
Today was... different. Or maybe it's just that I am different? Mommy says I'm unique, after all, that I'm her special baby girl, sent here to be with her. Even so, there are still many sleepless nights where I lie awake, staring at my ceiling and wondering who I really am and where I really come from. What were my real mommy and daddy like? Did they love me, like my new mommy now does? I like to think they did. Sometimes, I make up stories in my head about my old mommy and daddy and about why they sent me here. Sometimes, I even pretend I have brothers or sisters who have wings just like mine. In my stories, we would all live together, my new mommy and my old one, and even my old daddy. We could be one big family together, happy and smiling and all together.
But they are just stories, after all.
I have to think about it- my old home that is- even though I don't remember it. I like to think it was nice there. I bet I had lots of friends at my old home. Mommy says that my real mom and dad sent me here so things would be better for me. That tells me they couldn't have been selfish. I like knowing that, it makes imaging them so much nicer. I bet my old mommy was pretty, like my new one is now. I just know she was perfect.
There are so many stories I have in my mind, but mommy is calling for me now. I'll just save them for another time.
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Posted: Wed Apr 11, 2007 7:53 pm
-Brother's Grimm: Lost
Fairy tale of child: Briar Rose
Name: Rose (But everyone calls her Rosie)
Main curse: She’s Narcaleptic—meaning? Narcolepsy is caused by the brain’s inability to regulate sleep-wake cycles normally, causing periods during the day when affected persons have compelling urges to sleep. If the person cannot resist the urges they will fall asleep for periods lasting anywhere from seconds to hours. Narcolepsy is something times cauterized by the persons hallucinating during sleep periods or upon awaking. Rose is a very sporadic sleeper, although her affected periods are few and far between, spread out through the week, they can sometimes last for several hours.
Personality: Who would have thought that Rose would be a tom boy at heart? Silly and a little foolish she tries not to let her curse slow her down. She is completely unaware of her good looks and is very charming in an innocent way.
Likes: Horses, any type of animals really; especially foxes and cats, roses or just plats in general, swimming, being outdoors, wood work; she loves carving, eating, and apples
Dislikes: Spinning (as in wool to thread), sewing, will gouge her eyes out over embroidery, thorns, dresses, radishes, cooking, and smoke
Anything else?:
Guardian [not to be answered ICly]:
Name: Susan Peters (Rosie calls her Sue)
Personality: Sue is the quite book-ish type, a trait that could clash with Rosie’s tomboyish-ness. She’s got a good bit of book smarts but has a tendency to miss-judge people in the real world. She’s got a naturally motherly nature and despite her personality issues with people is very friendly, if not a bit on the shy side.
Brief history: She grew up in simple surroundings, a lover of books ever since she was old enough to sit in her father’s lap and have them read to her. Both parents are now deceased. She’s kept to the quite life, for the most part, and enjoys her job as a librarian.
Why do you think they'd make a good guardian to a Grimm: Understanding and compassionate to all books and stories, Sue would easily be able to identify with a Grimm and provide them a loving and nurturing home.
Will you have the time to commit to this project?: YES!
And how many RP children/pets/etc. are under said hopeful guardian?: None
Writing response: Prompt #1
You have been told that Grimms are cursed, which most often leads to strange happenings, powers, etc. depending on the child and fairy tale. After a couple of weeks, your Grimm still has yet to produce any such traits. What happens when said curse raises its ugly head?
“Rosie!” Susan called late one rainy afternoon. The irritated shout of ‘In a minute!’ rang back from the living room a few moments latter. Susan sighed. “Now please, Rosie, I need some help!” A few moments latter an angry-looking blond haired little girl stomped her way into the small kitchen.
“What is it Sue.” She said, glaring at her guardian. If there was one thing Rosie hated it was to be trapped inside on a day she could be out playing, but Susan had refused to allow her to play in the rain. Sue looked at the aggravated child and shook her head.
“I need you to watch the soup while I run out for a few minutes.” She pointed to the large pot of steamy vegetable soup, which was bubbling merrily on the stove. “Please just don’t let it burn or boil over, I’ll be back as quickly as I can. Can I trust you to do this for me Rosie?”
The girl simply rolled her large blue eyes and pulled a squat chair closer to the stove. She pulled a tiny pocket knife and a small block of soft wood from the pocket of the apron she had on over her pants. Sue, to frustrated to argue anymore, nodded at her girl and, after donning her coat, left by way of the back door.
Rosie amused herself for a bit, trying to turn the ordinary hunk of wood into a carved rabbit, like she had seen Tom do the day before. Tom, one of the boys she’d met while at the library with Sue, was teaching her carving, and she really enjoyed his company. He seemed to understand her better than the prissy little girls sue was always trying to get her to play with. All they ever wanted to talk about was dolls and hair ribbons and dresses. Tom talked about useful things; like how to know the different birds by the sounds they made, or how to make a blade of grass whistle. Well, useful in a child’s eyes anyway.
The kitchen was getting uncomfortable; the steam from the soup filled it slowly, and fogged the windows making it almost unbearable. Then, very suddenly, Rosie felt herself getting sleepy. She laid down her carving, which was looking more like a twisted moose than a rabbit anyway, and yawned widely. Why was she feeling so tired all of a sudden? It was the middle of the day… but still she felt the needed to sleep.
“I can’t go to sleep now.” She told herself, but even as the words left her mouth she felt her eyes begin to droop. She couldn’t resist it; the urge to close her eyes and drift off into peace was to tempting….
The carving slipped from her lap and feel to the wooden floor with a dull ‘thud’, but Rosie was to far gone to hear it. Rosie slept with her head supported against her shoulder, dangerously close to the boiling soup pot. As she snoozed the pot began to hiss and spatter angrily. The eye heating the stove sparked and the intense heat blazed outward hitting Rosie in the side of the face and burning a few inches of her golden hair.
Rosie woke with a jolt and a scream. She quickly lowered the temperature on the stove and backed out of the kitchen and into the living room. It was there that Sue found her when she returned about twenty minutes latter, asleep. The moment Susan walked into the house she knew something was wrong. Rosie was not in her place by the stove, which was turned off, and her carving knife and wood were both on the floor. Thanking the worst, Sue rushed into the other room to find a dirty, tearstained, burned, and sleeping Rosie on the sofa.
She let out a sigh of relief, at least she was alright. Bending over the little girl she shook her gently.
“Rosie…” She said softly. “Rosie wake up… what happened?” Rosie woke slowly this time, rubbing her eyes and moaning.
“Sue?” She said. Then, sat up quickly and clasp her arms around Susan’s middle. “Sue! I’ve had the worst time… I-I” She began to sob, “I fell asleep Sue; and almost burned the house down.” She burst into tears again and sobbed into Sue’s chest.
“There, there…” She said, patting the little girls head. “It’s okay. There’s not much harm done… We’ll trim your hair and take care of the burnt pot, don’t worry about it.”
“B-but I didn’t mean I to go to sleep. I couldn’t help it. It was like I had to.” With these words the memory of a promise of a curse floated into Susan’s mind. ‘Maybe this is what they meant…’ she thought as she comforted a very distraught Rosie.
In the end Rosie ended up losing about four inches of her hair, and no amount of begging would convince Sue to cut it all off… as for the soup it was thrown out and the pot was also trashed. And Susan quickly learned how to tell if Rose was having one of her ‘sleepy spells’ as she came to call them, and could sometimes tell when they were coming on. As life went by in the Peters house… until the next disaster came along.
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Posted: Wed Apr 11, 2007 7:56 pm
-Brother's Grimm: Lost
Fairy tale of child: Puss in Boots
Gender: Male
Name: Persnickety D. Pussycat, call me Puss! Named so because I'm true to my father's teaching that cat's need noble sounding names to give them something to live up to.
Main curse: No one will take him seriously; they think he's joking, or drunk, or just acting out to gain attention. I know that sounds silly, but it makes since, to me at least. Anyway, this does has ties to the real story where a guard says; “Are you crazy? A cat to the king?" when puss is first trying to gain entrance to the castle. There were other instances in the story where the cat was not taken very seriously.
Appearance: Persnickety (Call me Puss durn you!), is a fuzzy, orange and tan, short hair tabby cat. Think barn cat. Large, friendly face; long, silvery, whiskers. You can see it. Away, the only odd thing about this fur ball's appearance is his strange ability to walk upright on two feet, like a human. He also wear's a pair of thigh high leather boots.
The boots are his number one pride and joy, next to his whiskers that is. He is rarely, if ever, seen without them. Made of supple bark brown leather the boots give him a very noble air that he fears he would lack without them.
Personality: I'm sorry ladies, he's not Spanish. He is, however, a very noble and polite 'person'. Insanely loyal, he'll protect anyone he love to the death. Victim to the deadly sin of pride, he never backs down from a challenge. In fact, he savors them. His two big weaknesses are his whiskers and his appearance.
Puss is very vain when it comes to his beloved whiskers. He tries to make sure that they are properly groomed at all times. But he is dissatisfied with his appearance in general. He feels he's to 'cute' to be considered strong, and feels that his looks only add to his curse.
Likes: Fencing, mice, winning, languages, ladies wink (Not until you're older mister!), swords
Dislikes: Losing, being called cute, spiders, socks, onions
Anything else?: I am guilty of trying to play up the more humorous side of this Grimm, and feel he has the potential to be the comic relief. *sweatdrop* That, and, when you have a cat running around it boots who ever would take him seriously?
Guardian [not to be answered ICly]:
Name: Elda Chan
Personality: Happy and outgoing, Elda is a pro troublemaker; although her intentions are mostly good her execution isn’t always up to par. Mostly because she’s a bit of a klutz. She means well enough, but there’s nothing she likes more than to have fun, at whatever expense. Even in all this there are her moments of seriousness.
Brief history: Elda was born and raised in a well off family. Like most children she was loved and doted upon by her parents, who were always there when she needed them to clean up her spilt milk. Not saying she’s a bad student, but, by some twist of fate she managed to get into collage and is currently an 18-year-old full-time student, a history major, and works part-time in the school’s library. She first picked up a book at age 5 and hasn’t put them down since. (Elda: No! I did not superglue it to my hand!)
Why do you think they'd make a good guardian to a Grimm?: Elda is the out-going, fun-loving type who will tease Puss to no end about, well, everything! But still see he gets all the love and care he needs.
Will you have the time to commit to this project?: Yes!
And how many RP children/pets/etc. are under said hopeful guardian?: Currently, none. XD
Writing response:
Your Grimm is now a teen, and it has been coming increasingly obvious that he or she is trying to hide something from you. What is it? Why? Do you find out? If so, how does he/she react?
“Persnickety D. Pussycat!” Elda roared from the bottom of the stairs leading to her ‘sons’ room. “You get your furry tail-end down here! And I mean now!” A soft growl issued from the behind the closed bedroom door, which only did to anger Elda more. “Don’t you back-talk me. When I say ‘now’ I mean, NOW!” Moments latter a large amount of stomping could be heard from upstairs and a rather large ball of orange and tan fur appeared at her waist.
“You rang?” A sarcastic feline voice purred. Elda rolled her eyes and pointed to the living room door.
“You. Couch. Now.” She said shortly, following him into the room. He took a seat on the couch, crossed his legs, and pretended to admire his supple leather boots. But Elda knew better, she noticed the rapid twitch of his ear; even as he tried to play all calm and collected, he knew good and well what he’d done.
“Is it true?” Elda asked, shortly, trying to give him one last chance to confess his crime before she tore into him. “Is what I’ve hear true?”
“Is what true?!” It seemed Puss had decided to play dumb. Elda suppressed a smile, if that was how he was going to play…
“You know what, mister. We’ve had this discussion time and time again.” Puss continued to look stupefied. “Is it not true that last Monday Rachel’s cousins, best friend’s, ex-roommate’s, sister saw you at the mall with a girl?” Puss raised a furry eyebrow.
“Yea. So?” Elda sighed outright.
“AND YOU DIDN’T TELL ME!” Puss cringed and had the decency to look at least a little sorry, but that wasn’t going to fix things. “We’ve been over this Puss… no dating until you’re seventeen.”
“But…” He started to explain, before Elda cut him off.
“Don’t ‘but’ me Mr. I don’t know how many times you’ve asked and how may times I’ve said ‘no’. If I say you’re too young, then you’re too young.” A long awkward silence ensued between the two as Elda looked at Puss and Puss looked at his boots.
“So…” She pressed after a while. Puss looked up.
“So what…?”
“What do you have to say for yourself?”
“Nothing.” Elda sighed and shook her head.
“Nothing isn’t going to work this out; so tell me, what girl was so important that you’d defy me for her? Let’s get this all out in the open Puss…”
“There was Brittiny and-“ Elda looked at him sharply.
“And?” She asked. “Do tell Puss…”
“Okay… Natalie…Olivia, and Robin, and Ashley and—“ Elda sighed and took a seat, this was going to be a long conversation.
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Posted: Wed Apr 11, 2007 7:58 pm
-Eden Project: Lost
Your Name : Elda Chan --She’s an OC biased off the Gaia timeline.
Eden's Name : Vartan—it’s Armenian and means “giver of roses”
Gender : Male
Soul: Red Rose
Reference Pictures : http://www.mccullagh.org/db9/1ds2-5/red-rose-side.jpg <-- Your typical red rose, looks like the perfect flower
http://www.aoc.nrao.edu/~mstephen/nuuk.jpg <--I like this one because it has a more natural feel to it!
http://www.aworldofpictures.com/Images/Red-Rose-best-bloom.jpg <-- I like how this one has small tears and imperfections in it, once again looks more real
http://www.andybell.ch/images/ch/rose_red.jpg <-- Not much I can say about this one, aside from the fact it’s a wonderful picture
General Appearance: Vartan has very pale skin which has a little of green-y tinge to it with rose-y red cheeks. His eyes are large and leafy green in color. His hair is worn slightly long and is the deep red color of red roses in bloom. He’s healthy and normal in build. On his legs are the start of thorn, not yet developed into sharp points.
Clothing Style : Vartan dresses and a very clean cut and noble style. Nice pants, suite-like tops, and comfortable shoes. He dresses to fit his style, not the world around him. Latter on his long pants will all have small holes in them from where his thorns pricked through.
Personality / Habits / Behavior:
Personality- Vartan is a very trustworthy and secretive person by nature; but he’s also very noble. He hates fighting and any type of cruelty (he’s going to hate it when his thorns develop), and because of this he has a bad habit of avoiding his conflicts rather than facing them. When he does have to deal with his conflicts he will always do so in a non-violent manner. Still, he’s honest almost to a fault and will never, ever, repeat a secret he’s been told. For the most part Vartan comes off as a bit of a loner. He doesn’t see the need to burden other’s with his problems, but is always willing to help a friend with theirs.
Habits- As mentioned above he has a bad habit of avoiding conflicts.
Behavior- Vartan acts older than he is a trait which worries Elda quite a bit. He’s very mature and quite. The problem is that a child’s emotions are not apt for handling grown person’s problems, so Elda is worries he’ll put himself under emotional stress. She tries to get him to loosen up.
Past Life? : In the garden Vartan was the symbol of not only love, but secrecy. That other creatures would come to him to tell what was bothering them, which, considering they lived in paradise, was never anything too big. In his past life he held the troubles of the garden and helped it to stay the peaceful paradise it was. Until the fire came…
Family? : As of now, it would just be Elda and Vartan; but in the future other children are likely to join the family, bringing and mishmash of colorful personalities into the group.
Anything else?: I’d just like to point out that Vartan’s being a rose has some historical and symbolic meaning. Sub-rosa, Latin for under the roses means a well-kept secret. And ancient Germanic tribes thought of roses as being symbols of rebirth.
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Posted: Wed Apr 11, 2007 7:59 pm
-Eden Project: Lost
Your Name: Elda Chan
Your Eden's Name: Rune--- means “Little Secret”
Your Eden's Soul: Red Rose
http://www.mccullagh.org/db9/1ds2-5/red-rose-side.jpg http://www.andybell.ch/images/ch/rose_red.jpg
http://www.aworldofpictures.com/Images/Red-Rose-best-bloom.jpg
Prompt A Answer:
“Ru, you have catsup on your face.” Elda sighed as she leaned over to wipe the offending spot of his chin, but he batted her hand away.
“I can get it.” He protested as he sat his hotdog down on the curb they were sitting on and picked up his napkin. That was her boy for you, always had to be Mr. Independent. Elda rolled her eyes at the little boy by her side and finished off her own hotdog in three quick bites.
She sat back for a few moments while Rune finished his lunch; they were sitting on the curb of a closed-off street that led the way through a fairly large fairground. The sights and sounds of the festivity whirled around them almost as quickly as some of the rides they had been on earlier had moved. Sweet smells of popcorn, hotdogs, and cotton candy filled the air along with the screams of people on the various rides.
She looked at Rune as he finished his food; he certainly stood out in a crowd, even one as colorful as the fair. His red hair was a dead giveaway that he was something other than a normal little boy; no one had hair that was catsup red. But once you got closer and saw the greenish tinge to his skin and the bumps of thorns on his legs one would know for sure he was something special.
“All done?” She asked as the last bit of hotdog disappeared into his mouth. He nodded and stood up, brushing off the seat of his pants. Elda deposited their trash in the nearest garbage can and took Rune’s hand in her own. “Where to now?” She asked. Rune appeared thoughtful for a moment, and then looked up at her.
“Let do the Cannonball now!” He said, pulling her in the direction of the largest rollercoaster at the fair. Elda looked from the giant ride to the tiny boy and back again, her mind on their just eaten lunch.
“Um… Rune?” She said, as she allowed him to pull her in the direction of the ride. “Wouldn’t you rather wait until you’ve let your food digest a little?” He shook his head. “But what if you get a tummy ache?” She said. But what if you get sick?She added silently.
“I’ll be fine,” He laughed. “Unless you’re scared.” Elda looked indignant.
“Me? Scared?” She rolled her eyes…might as well let him learn his lesson the hard way.
They got in the short line for the ride and within minutes they were strapped into the colorful car. It started with a slow climb up a steep incline, all the way to the top of a large metal hill going up, up, up until…
“AHHHHHHH!” The sound of Rune’s delighted screams as they went over the top of the hill filled her ears. And Elda was surprised to find she was screaming along with him. Two loops and three sharp turns latter Elda was finally relaxing and enjoying the ride without the worry of Rune loosing his lunch when he tapped her on the shoulder.
“What is it, Rune?” She asked, keeping her eyes on the ride ahead of them.
“Moooooom…” A horse moan escaped his lips, and Elda turned to see what the matter was just in time to end up with a lap full of half-digested hotdog.
I hoped too soon, she though to herself as the ride came to an end a few moments later. The cheery man who ran the ride just sighed and shook his head as he called for a bucket of soapy water. Someone handed Elda a towel to wipe the gunk off her jeans, and Rune just stood to one side looking sheepish.
Once Elda found herself clean enough to go, so handed the towel back to the cheery man and apologized for the mess. He just waved her off and told her to take her son and enjoy the rest of the fair. One pair of spare shorts from the trunk of the car and stop by the snow cone booth later, both Elda and Rune were feeling much better.
They were sitting on a bench near the Ferris wheel enjoying the sticky sweet mess of their half melted snow cones. Well, Elda was eating; Rune was just looking at his.
“The grape not very good?” Elda asked looking at his barely touched treat. “I’ll trade your for my cherry.” But Rune shook his head. “Then what’s the matter?” He looked at the purple glob in front of him then to Elda.
“Are you mad at me?” He asked, and Elda looked surprised.
“Why would I be mad at you?” He rolled his eyes.
“Maybe because I barfed on you...” Oh. Yeah. That. Elda though, smiling to herself.
“No, I’m not mad. It’s not really your fault you got sick.” Rune smiled and began to devour his treat.
“Good.” He smiled at her with his purple stained teeth. “Then let’s go do it again!”
Prompt B Answer:
Journal,
Ada smiled at me today; when I asked her why she told me there was no reason, she just likes to smile when I’m around. It felt so good when she told me, like I was the only person in the world she ever smiles at. Sometimes, I wish that I was. There are times when she says things and does things, my heart starts to flutter and my insides turn to mush.
I wish I knew why. Why is it I get excited at the idea of seeing her, and want to be with her? I don’t tell mom who I’m going to see when I go to meet her; mother doesn’t like her much. She says it’s because Ada’s too different from me. But I think she mean’s it because Ada’s not special in the same way I am. My special is on the outside, where the whole world gets to see it, and Ada’s is on the inside, and you have to search it you want to see it. Maybe that’s what mom means by too different.
What if Ada and are where meant to be? That would show mom. We’re not all that different; we laugh, cry, hope, fear, and love. Maybe we can try, forget the rules and try to do something we feel is right. Maybe I should ask Ada what she thinks of that…
I think I will…
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Posted: Wed Apr 11, 2007 8:00 pm
-Heralds: Lost
"Contest Form"
--Entrant-- Elda-Chan
--Herald--
+ Name Avonlea-- I picked this name because it sounds old fashioned, which is how I pictured her XD
+ Gender Female
+ Sacrifice (Description) Antique Lace
+ Semi-Custom Detail 1 Very pale, ivy and rose patterns on arms
+ Semi-Custom Detail 2 Long-ish hair, dull yellow (think aged lace)
+ Semi-Custom Detail 3 Over all appearance of a very prim, proper young lady
+ Personality Avonlea is... old, for her age. She's very prim, and mature... she can act childish in some ways however, still having the mindset of child. Avonlea mostly keeps to herself, and while she's eager to make friends, she reluctant to trust them. She feels trust is to often betrayed, and very carefully guard her own heart.
+ 3 things s/he likes tulips, pretty things, crystal
+ 3 things s/he dislikes Dust, feeling forgotten,
+ Other Just a note: I picked Avonlea as a name because it sounds old fashioned, which is how I pictured her XD
--Prompt--
What is your Herald's favorite food? What happens when s/he refuses to eat anything else.
"Avonlea! Dinner time!" Elda called from the sanctuary that was her kitchen. Painted a cheery yellow and filled with the smells of cooking spaghetti, it was a safe heaven, someplace to relax for a few moments. "Avonlea! Come on!" She called again as the little girl began to stomp down the stairs.
"I don't want any." Were the first words from her tiny mouth, as her wings fluttered in disapproval. "I want fish sticks." Her voice was coldly polite and demanding. Elda cringed, not this again.
"Avonlea, we've been over this, we can't have fish sticks every night..." She told the small angel calmly, but still sternly. "You have to eat other foods, remember?" Avonlea pouted a little, she did not enjoy being told what to eat, and she really did not enjoy eating anything other than fish sticks thank you very much.
Elda hated that Avonlea wouldn't say anything about the food. Oh, she wouldn't eat the spaghetti, Elda knew that much, but she wouldn't complain. It was unnerving, Ava never acted how a child was supposed to, getting angry, throwing tantrums. Elda would have been all right with food being thrown, tears, hissy fits, anything, expect this cold polite silence. How to get through, that other food were good too, she wondered?
Suddenly it struck her... the perfect remedy!
"Okay Ava," she said, setting two plates of warm spaghetti on the table, "I'll just have to throw this yummy food all by myself." She sat down in front of her plate and began to wrap the noodles around her fork.
"Throw?" Avonlea asked, her eyes wide. Elda nodded, and, with a flick of her wrist sent her forkful of tomato and noodles flying across the room where it hit the wall with a dull smack. Ava's eyes were wide.
"You have to eat a fork full, then you get to throw a fork full." Elda smile, taking a bite from her plate. Avonlea, sat and a few minutes latter food was flying across the kitchen. Elda smiled, what was cleaning up a little mess when she got to see her little girl acting like a real child? Maybe there was some youth locked away in the tiny grown-up after all. And maybe all it took was the right key to unlock it, she mused as another wad of spaghetti hit the wall...
--Essay Questions--
What is Light?
Light is the absence of dark. It's the thing that puts hope in the hearts of men, and fear into wicked souls. Light allows the world to sing, to breath, to feel safe and comfortable. Without it, people are lost, humanity is lost. Hope is forgotten; life destroyed. People need light, because it is love. It's the genital cress of the sun on your face. It's the tiny lamp mommy turns on to keep the monsters away. It's the single candle newlyweds lay in the brightness of, their first night together.
Light and darkness balance together, creating the endless flow of the universe... Where Darkness is an ending, light is a beginning. Where darkness is death, light is life. When darkness holds hatred, life brings love. Blackness brings despair, and light shines with hope.
What is Wind?
Wind is the spirits of passed loves ones, people who have crossed the bar, but come back to visit from time to time and keep us safe. They watch us, smiling, as we go about our lives, blowing by us to nudge us in the right direction. Sometimes they are playful, snatching papers from our hands and scattering them around, trying to remind us to have a little fun in our lives. At other times they can be caring, running their silky fingers through our hair was we walk, run, and leap; helping us, lifting us to grasp our future.
But sometimes they are not so nice... occasionally an angry spirit comes back to visit. Maybe they are jealous that we are alive and they are not, or maybe they have left something unfinished they feel needs fixing. Whatever the reason they can be malicious, mean, and dangerous. They throw tantrums, such as thunderstorms, or bigger fits such as hurricanes. They can hurt, destroy, and even kill. Like the other side of every coin, the same hands that help to life us, can bring us crashing down.
We must treat the wind with respect, never pushing back on it, but allowing it to help us, and being careful when its temper goes astray.
How do you make Sloppy Joes?
(Now for something a little less poetic-ish... XD )
Oh where oh where has my little Joe gone? Have you seen him? Of course you have! He's in every single can of sloppy Joe mix! Now don't give me that look, Joe is not a person you know! He's a pixie! A tinny, tiny, little-bitty, fairy-like creature. What does he do you ask? I'll tell you! He makes sloppy Joe's!
Now mind you when it comes time ot have sloppy Joe's you must NEVER, EVER attempt to eat the Joe. That leads to bad things, like upset tummy's and antacids. Yucky stuff all around! Anyway, to make sloppy Joe's you have to open the can of sloppy Joe mix, which is where Joe lives, and let him out. You can't see him... he's hidden in all the yummy sloppy stuff! Then you have to put it in a blow with some other... stuff and let Joe work his magic.
When he's done... warm it up, slap it on bread and eat it! Joe will be okay! He likes making stuff for people's tummy's! Joe likes people who eat! And when your all done remember to thank fairy Joe, before he goes onto his next can!
--Simple Questions--
What is the airspeed velocity of an unladen swallow?
European or African?
What is the square root of peanut butter?
Chunky or Creamy?
Where does Suboshi-sama keep her thinking cap?
On her head, silly!
What is the most re-occurring theme with this Contest Form?
Fun questions...
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Posted: Wed Apr 11, 2007 8:02 pm
-Island of Dr. Moreau: Lost
What Contest are you entering (in this post)? NEWBIE
Character Name:
Brandy Melson
Character Appearance (Human):
Brandy is five foot seven and incredibly skinny, weighing in at a “whopping” (note the sarcasm) one hundred and two pounds. Think anorexic skinny, though she does not actually have an eating disorder. Her hair is a natural blonde; long, very thick, and always perfectly groomed. Her skin is almost completely flawless, thanks to lots of expensive dermatology. Her eyes are a little on the large side and dark green.
She dresses for style, and what’s in style. She’s always one of the first to follow the latest trends as far as clothing goes. She holds her appearance to be something she has to work constantly to maintain properly. Thanks to the good work of countless surgeons it is hard to tell by Brandy’s body or face that she is anything less than an authentic female.
Character Personality:
Brandy is a social butterfly. Used to being in the spotlight, she’s usually cheerful, comfortable in all company, and knows how to lay on the charm. Basically, she’ll get along with anyone as long as they at least act as though they adore her. But, if for some reason someone doesn’t worship the ground she walks upon, well, “Hell knows no wrath like a woman scorned”. She may not be all that bright in book-smarts, but she feels she doesn’t need brains to shine.
Character Background:
Brandy was born into a wealthy family in Princeton, New Jersey as Henry Yarbrough. His family was well off and had a lot of power and influence in the town. Do to the amount of money at his disposal growing up, coupled with the fact he was the doted on only child, Henry was a spoiled little prince by the age of three. At the age of eighteen he inherited close to 4 million dollars with the death of his grandfather. Henry used a portion of the money to fulfill his secret life long dream; he went through sex reassignment therapy.
After several years of extensive, and often painful, surgeries, therapy, and the related recovery process; Henry was ready to face the world anew, as Brandy. She made a final visit to her hometown to show her parents the daughter they’d never known they’d wanted; then moved to New York City to become part of the New York social scheme. Brandy works very hard to keep her past hidden. Like most transsexuals she refuses to admit she was ever anything less than 100% female.
The New York social life appeals to Brandy’s ‘I’m the center of the universe’ attitude. She’s made a living out of being a party girl, and is a true socialite with a hefty bank account and a nice New York apartment which is used as a sort of perpetual closet for her extensive wardrobe.
How does your Character get to/why was your character chosen for the Island?:
Brandy needed some time away from… well everything. City life can just be so trying on a person. (Especially when your most recent boyfriend is now living with the mistress her accidentally knocked up.) But, oh well.
For whatever the reason, the need to get away was desperate. She needed to go somewhere, get a good tan, and just forget the whole nasty ordeal. Then the offer from Feral Labs comes up… They’re offering one lucky winner a very special chance for an extended stay ay their very exclusive island. And anyone, who’s anyone knows that private islands mean bragging rights for the rest of eternity.
‘Lucky ‘winner’, right… more like biggest briber.’ Brandy through when mailing the check…. Er, and application.
On the island, Nicholas Moreau was in a real bind; he’d shifted through the files of hundreds of applicants from the New York raffle, and so far they all looked the same. High-class yuppies whit too much money and too may connections to the real world. Not a single one could disappear easily enough for his liking. Until he stumbled across a file marked ‘Brandy Melson’. After a few moments of reading, Moreau, almost grinned. He/she/it was perfect… no solid connections, not on speaking terms with her family, and it would be interesting to see how a serum would manifest itself in a person with Brandy’s … delicate, for lack of better words… condition.
What Serum do you want?:
Serum 54, Indian Peafowl
Describe your ideal 100% appearance:
The Peacock’s qualities would display themselves quite phenomenally in Brandy. First, her head and face will have re-shaped themselves to be rounder, with her neck getting longer, and thinner. Her head would also have gained a thin, hard beak and a small grouping of oddly shaped feathers on top called ahead crest. Somewhere along the line, she’ll have lost her boobs to the bird traits (Thanks to Kamiki for that one! :3) and her chest area will have become a flat group of brilliant blue feathers. Her legs will have thinned out and her feet become bird-like. The most noticeable change will her the long fan-like tail, that, when folded drags behind her several feet. When unfolded, it’s breathtaking… for lack of a better word… very large with an iridescent green colored plumage, with the prominent brown and blue eyespots scattered throughout the tail. She will probably lose most use of her arms as they become wings, though she may still be able to use her hands to some extent.
Ref
Thanks to Rabid Jigglypuff!
Why this animal/plant for your character?:
For starters, the peafowl really captures Brandy’s personality. They’re bright, colorful, and attract attention; they’re fairly social birds that get along fairly well if you have a lot of them in a group. The peafowl, like Brandy, can also have a mean streak when upset and can act rather vicious toward people/animals they dislike.
Then there’s the sexual differences to consider. Brandy is, physically and mentally, female. However, due to the fact she was once male, her coloration and physical appearance throughout her change would reflect that of the male peacock, thus totally giving away the secret about her past.
What do you think really makes this concept?
Peacocks are, hands down, my favorite animals, and I personally think we need more people with bird serums on the island (we currently only have two). But what really makes Brandy’s concept special to me is her past, and how the transformation would affect her not only in the physical scene, but how she would react to having to admit she was once male, and how the environment of the island would affect her emotionally related to (possibly) having to admit this.
PROMPT:
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Brandy awoke to damp sand and the smell of the ocean, and a long, thin, strand of seaweed was wrapped around her left ankle. Her eyes were crusted with sea salt, and it seemed as though a sand crab had taken up residence in her hair. In short, not the best way to start the day… or finish for that matter; if the setting sun was any indicator.
She stood, and, after carefully rubbing the salt from her tender eyes, almost fainted at the first sight they met; her ruined wardrobe. She needed her MasterCard, and she needed it now; though booze would be a good second choice. As though it were a beacon sent from heaven, illuminated in the glow of golden sunset, there, only about 100 yards from where she stood on the shore, was a small, tidy, beach bar. Her sore eyes widened, and in her rush to reach it, she scarcely noticed the complex tucked comfortably into the side of the mountain.
She was almost to the tiny hut-like structure when a vile smell assaulted her senses. She stopped, bewildered at where it was coming from, and why it was so noticeable over the strong scent of the ocean. She approached the bar a lot more cautiously now as the smell grew even stronger, and, when she reached it one look over the counter told her everything she needed to know.
There, laying on the beautiful white sand that had only moments ago looked like paradise and now resembled hell, was a large… well animal. Some sort of cow or maybe a pig, she couldn’t really tell for sure because the thing had been mutilated almost beyond all recognition. Long jagged tears, like claw marks, had mangled the creatures back into bloody ribbons. Its face was covered in bites, and missing an eye, bits and pieces of its body lay scattered around it, where they had been rotting in the sun. It couldn’t have been dead more than a day or two, which meant in all likely hood whatever had attacked it was still nearby…
Was still nearby… this revelation hit Brandy like a tone or bricks to the face. Her first instinct was to run; far and fast as her could. Without a moments hesitation, without stopping to ponder the dangers that may lurk nearby, and for once in her life, without thinking about her clothes; she rushed headlong into the forest. All she could think of was something large, and very deadly, was following her, and she was going to do everything in her power to outrun it…
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Posted: Wed Apr 11, 2007 8:03 pm
-Tall Tales: Lost, Honorable Mention
Adoption form
Tale you are going for: Aurora
New Author: Elda-Chan
Why do you think you should be the new Author of Olivia/Aurora?: I would love her. Okay, that being said, I have time and energy could devote to a Tale, not to mention an abundance of ideas.
Response
Elda shivered and wrapped her coat closer around herself to fight the biting winter wind as she scurried to the stationery store that fateful December morning. Her cheeks were red from excitement, okay so the nipping wind may have has something to do with it, but she was ecstatic none the less. She'd gotten a call early that morning from the shop asking her to come and collect Aurora, that she had been named the new author. Aurora had been missing for a considerable amount of time, so she assumed that her being named the new author meant the child had been found. Thus, the morning had flashed by in a haze, and within an hours time she was standing on the front stoop of the shop, eager to see the tale she had been chosen to guard.
She entered the shop and the sudden rush of calm came over her, as it always did when entering the place. I was usually very quite, and it held one of her favorite smells, like that of a good story in an old book. There was no one around. She sighed and decided to wait in the study. She entered softly, and closed the door behind herself.
There was the tome. It looked so ordinary, like any other nondescript book in the world; but she knew this book was very special. She opened it up and looked at the roster on the first page. Running her finger down the long list of questions and answers and names she found Aurora's entry, about half way down the page. She smiled as the read the question; 'How many licks does it take to get to the center of a tootsie role pop?' It was true Aurora had a notorious reputation for having a sweet tooth. The answer of, 'The World may never know,' however, made her frown.
I want the world to know...
Suddenly, the room began to spin, and Elda found herself standing in the middle of a swirling mass of color. She felt her feet lift off the floor under her and her body began to twitch violently. Almost as soon as it had begun the swirling stopped, her feet slammed into soft ground, and she looked around dizzy, and distorted.
She was standing in some crazy cross of Willy Wonka's chocolate factory, and a life sized version of the board game Candy Land. She looked around, and, seeing lollypops the size of trees, sighed. This was not going to be easy.
A moment latter she was wondering down a lane of peppermints, past a lake of hot chocolate, with marshmallow lily pads floating on top, and beautiful rock candy bugs flying about. It was truly a beautiful place, and any candy lovers dream land. Elda walked past all these amazing sights, her face set with a grim determination. The only reason she could fathom for the tome to send her here was for her to find Aurora.
She wondered around for a while, calling out the small tale's name at random intervals. A loud scream drew her attention to a nearby patch of bubble gum trees, where she found the Aurora with her hair stuck in the trees sticky pink branches. Elda looked around and soon spotted a peanut butter and jelly bush. Putting some for the peanut butter onto her fingers, she shimmied up the gum tree and sat down next to the girl on the branch.
"Hey Aurora," She said quietly, trying to clam the distressed child. "Hold still a moment while I get your hair out of the gum, okay?" She slowly rubbed the peanut butter into the girl hair and slowly, and as gently as she could, worked it free from the sticky pink mess. When she was done, Aurora smiled.
"Thanks! I go now." She started to clime down from the tree.
"Wait!" Elda called after her. "Aurora, will you please come with me?" The tale shook her head, and continued to climb down.
"I like it here, I don't wanna to go!" She said in what she must have thought passed for a prissy voice.
"But what if you get stuck again?" Elda wanted to know. This made the girl stop, just inches from the ground. She seemed to ponder going with Elda and finally frowned.
"You can stay here!" Elda shook her head.
"No, I have to go home, and I'd really like it if you cme with me."
"Can I have lollypops at home with you?"
"Yes, so long as you brush your teeth." Aurora grinned, showing off her pearly whites.
"Okay, I'll go. I don't like being stuck." Elda then climbed down the tree after her. Once both their feet were on solid ground Elda took the small, sticky and in her own and headed back the way she'd come, to the point where the tome had let her into this land of sweets; and in her heart she knew that she wak taking the sweetest thing here back home with her.
Tell me a story
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Posted: Fri Apr 13, 2007 6:46 pm
-Heralds: Lost
Owner: Elda-Chan
Herald Name: Aradia
Gender: Female
Sacrifice: Black Lace
Prompt Response:
It stormed the night Aradia was “born”. Looking back Elda would wonder what affect the violent display from the heavens had on the tiny girl who had arrived that fateful night. . .
Elda had always imagined angles as beautiful, pristine, creatures, who dressed in immaculate white garments and had stunning, feathered, wings. So it came as quite a surprise to her when Aradia appeared. The tiny child was all blacks, and reds; much more like a demon than a heavenly being. Her wings were battered and thin, like the old black lace that had been sacrificed to create them. Her body too was thin, almost unhealthy, and her dark eyes gave off an unearthly glow in the right mood and light.
Where was the elegant, pure, messenger that should have come? And why was she the one chosen to care for this unholy being? Was the child evil, or bad? Had she been cast from the heavens not to deliver a message at all, but for some sin committed in paradise? What caused an angel, a heavenly being, to be dark. . . ?
So many questions, with no answers. . .
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Posted: Fri May 04, 2007 9:30 pm
-GMFC: Finailists-- Won~!
Entrant's Name: Elda-Chan
Names of Potential Parent(s): Eden Nnijd and Trent Marshall (Deceased)
Entrant's Favorite Vegetable: Broccoli. . . with cheese~!
Who is the artist for this event?: The amazing Syrie!! <3
RP Response (No more than 250 words.):
Eden was tired. Admittedly, raising a child by one’s self was exhausting work physically, but it was more than that. She was tired emotionally; drained, actually. She’d lost more than she’d ever know when Trent died, but had gained so much as well.
She looked at the precious bundle of ten-moth old baby cuddled in her arms. She’s was a beautiful girl, with her mother’s tarnished red hair and smile, and her father’s eyes. The eyes of the man Eden would miss for the rest of her life.
“You remind me for your dada.” She cooed to the smiling child. “You look just like him, and your dada was very special.” The baby’s smile grew wider and she giggled.
“Dada. . .” She repeated, imitating her mother, and Eden felt her heart stop. “Da---da. . .” The tiny girl said again.
Eden’s heart ached just a tiny bit as she hugged the child to her chest, and whispered softly against her hair.
“Yes, your dada.”
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Posted: Sun Sep 30, 2007 9:08 am
-Eden Project: Lost
Your Name : Elda-Chan
Why do you want to adopt Madeline ? : Madeline was the first Eden I ever saw, and the one who drew me to the shop. She’s beautiful, and I love her "watch out I may kill you in your sleep attitude". I think I could portray her well.
The Prompt:
Question: Does a psychopath know when they become a psychopath?
Answer: Does a real psychopath care?
She was a classic gothic beauty Elda thought to herself; like a stained glass window. Timeless. Stunning. Fragile. She appeared as though she should be put on display somewhere, encased in glass for people to admire; else she is forgotten and broken.
Or perhaps she already was broken, and that was part of her charm.
Shaking such thoughts from her head, Elda forced a smiled onto her face. Stay happy. Stay sane. That was the only way to deal with such situations. She turned the smile upon the tiny dark-haired child, who was sitting listlessly on the floor. With her legs stretched out in front of her and her hands lying loosely in her lap young Madeline did resemble a life-sized porcelain doll. She didn't move, unless Elda moved her, she didn't speak, didn't eat, didn’t feel. Didn't want to feel.
Elda knew that Madeline had always been reserved, but this was a whole new level of strange. Further, Shouko had been very vague in explaining what had happened to Madeline while in Eden, and truthfully, Elda believed the only one who knew the full story was the Madeline herself.
The best thing Elda could do, she'd decided, was to keep a happy disposition when dealing with the child and let to little girl work through her horrors by herself, until she was ready to ask for help.
"Madeline?" She asked gently, kneeling at eye level with the child. "Do you want something to eat?" No reply. Not good; not unexpected, but still not good. Elda kept her happy-go-lucky smile in place, even as she felt her heart sink at the child’s lack of response. She stood slowly and was turning to go when she heard the small voice. . .
"'Who killed c**k Robin?'"
She turned quickly on the spot and stared at the little girl, working to keep her face as neutral as possible. With so many weeks of not talking Elda could scarce believe the child had actually said anything, and it had only been a figment of her imagination. She looked down at the tiny girl and smiled, hoping, praying that the little girl would say more.
"'I,' said the Sparrow, 'With my bow and arrow, I killed c**k Robin.'"
Elda stared. A nursery rhyme? The child was reciting a Mother Goose rhyme, and such a morbid one too. What could it mean? Was Madeline trying to tell her something? Something about someone's death? Elda dropped to her knees in on the floor in front of Madeline and stared, what could the girl mean by such a strange rhyme?
"Madeline-" Elda said gently. "No one's dead." Madeline gave the barest of nods to indicate she understood.
"'It's all in the Queen's mind- they never cut off anyone's head, you know.'" The child’s voice was calm and matter-of-fact as she recited the Alice quote. Where had she learned it, Elda wondered. Had she read Alice in Wonderland?
Her heart ached for the tiny child, the little girl with wounds on her heart that Elda longed to touch and help to heal. What could she do? Would Madeline allow her to get close enough to help her? She gazed at the child's beautiful, petite, features and wondered. How many people had done exactly what she'd been doing earlier? How many people looked at the girl and only saw her pretty exterior or felt her eerie presence. How many had actually tried to get to know the child for who she really was? For Madeline.
"I love you, Madeline." Elda told her girl, her eyes filling with tears. "I love you. . ."
With the silent tears running down her face, she watched Madeline watching her. Wishing the child to open up, and allow someone who really wanted to love her inside the walls she had so carefully put in place to keep herself safe. She looked down at her hands to help hide the tears.
"'And they all lived together in a little crooked house. . .'"
Looking up quickly, she was that Madeline, too, had tears streaming silently down her face. Elda smiled gratefully at her, and Madeline mirrored it. Grinning still through her tears Elda held her arms open wide, and Madeline crawled the last few feet to sit in her lap. Rocking the child back and forth in her arms, tears staining both of their faces, Elda made a silent promise that she would never let go of this girl again, no matter what. Madeline had a home, and it may have been a little bent, but it was not crooked.
The spider ever only wanted to play with Miss. Muffet.
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Posted: Thu Jan 17, 2008 2:26 pm
-Gogo Sushi: Lost, Honorable Mention
Name: Elda-Chan
Entering For: Milk
Writing For Prompt: #2
Entry:
Leon and Noel had always felt that when someone looked at them they didn't see two different cheery, blue-eyed, blond haired boys, but rather the same boy copied over. Therefore, people always tended to treat the two as one, completely disregarding the subtle differences of the two. This was a problem they didn't know how to solve. . .
"That's the sixth time today I've been called 'Leon'!" Noel complained bitterly one afternoon. "I wish people could learn to tell us apart."
Leon, up to his arms in soap and water, was maliciously scrubbing at a stubborn smudge of wasabi but nodded at his brother. He spent another moment of silent scrubbing, before allowing the plate to drop ungracefully back into the sink.
"Ughhhh." Leon cried, staring into the murky water. "I hate wasabi!" Noel couldn't help but grin at his brother's outburst.
"But I love wasabi." Noel said happily, imagining the bitter, tangy, spice. "It's just one of those small differences people tend to ignore."
"Like the fact I'm left-handed and you're right-handed." Leon added, and Noel nodded at his brother.
"Exactly what I mean!" Noel exclaimed. "Sort of how I like chocolate ice cream and you prefer strawberry."
"Or how my favorite color is red and yours is purple."
"You hate winter," Noel told his brother, "Because your toes get cold."
"And you dislike summer because you get sunburned easily." Leon responded.
Noel sighed sadly.
"I wish there was some easier way we could tell people which one of us is which." Leon said triedly "No one's gonna remember which twin liked strawberry ice cream."
They were still sitting in the kitchen, moping over their problem when Itamae-Chan came through the door a while latter.
"Hey guys, why so blue?" She asked, dumping a load of dirty dishes into the sink.
"Itamae-Chan," Leon said sadly, "Can you tell the two of us apart."
"Well, no." Itamae was embarrassed to admit.
"That's our problem." Noel told her. "People come in and get us mixed up, how can we set them straight?"
"I know who I am, and Noel knows who he is," Leon muttered, "But how can we make other people know Noel from Leon?"
"Maybe if we make a chart?" Pondered Noel.
Itamae smiled, she knew the simple answer to their problem, crazy plans aside.
"It's simple you two." And the boys looked confused.
"Simple!" cried Leon, "We've been thinking on this for half an hour!"
"Yes," agreed Noel. "How could you come up with a good solution when we've been pondering for so long?"
"It's easy!" Itamae assured them. "All you two need is name tags!"
Oopisies. . . the boys grinned sheepishly. How effortless, why hadn’t they though of it?
Now Leon and Noel wear nametags at work and no one ever gets them confused.
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Posted: Thu Apr 03, 2008 6:16 pm
-Cabbage Patch: Lost, Honorable Mention
Gaia Username: Elda-Chan
Entering for: Gothic Doll
Child Name: Johanna
Guardian(s): Elda-Chan
Brief Guardian Background: Elda is a science fiction/fantasy novelist who lives in Gaia. She works part-time at the local branch of the Gaia library and cares for her daughter, Cecelia. Despite the genre of books she writes Elda is a very grounded person. She tends to blend into the crowd, but Cece is doing a good job of bringing her out of her comfort zones.
Writing Prompt:
Everyone knows the story of the lonely old wood carver who wanted a child and of the wooden puppet who became a real boy. The story no one knows is that of his first child. . .
A wood carver’s young apprentice sat back on his stool; a haughty smile hovering on his lips. Before him sat the most exquisite doll he’d ever crafted. The walls of his workroom were lined with the rejects of his past attempts, and his floor was littered with wood shavings. The apprentice himself looked as though he hadn’t slept in weeks, weary and stained.
But she sat there now, completed. Her wooden body polished to a bright sheen. On her head was a wig made of real human hair, curled and styled beautifully. A tiny dress, sewn by the dressmaker down the street, graced her exquisitely crafted body. But her crowing glory was her eyes. Solid glass colored purple and set with greatest care into her face. They watched the world.
The apprentice sighed in delight. She was complete, and now he could rest. His sleepless nights were over, and the purple eyes that haunted his dreams were a reality. He slumped over his workbench and promptly fell asleep. . .
When the old wood carver came into the shop the next morning, the apprentice was still slumped over at his bench, his masterpiece sitting before him. The carver went to awaken his apprentice, only to discover the boy would not wake. His sleepless nights had turned on him, and sent him to eternal slumber.
Thus, the wood carver buried his son. But he could not bring himself to part with the doll which had brought on the boy’s demise. Instead he locked her away, out of sight, for the rest of his years.
This is not that doll, but she may as well be. . .
Additional Notes: Awesome prompt~! I had so much fun brainstorming/writing for it!
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