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| PeppermintKitty |
Posted: Jul 12 2012, 01:41 PM
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Time to feed some chickens! Group: Admin Posts: 214 Member No.: 14 Joined: 24-October 11  |
 using the prompts below, write a drabble (or whatever) a day for the next 30 days. find someone willing to hit you if you miss a day. look back at the end and go ‘oh! i’m a writer!’. Prompts: Yup. I'm gonna do it! |
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Posted: Jul 12 2012, 05:20 PM
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Time to feed some chickens! Group: Admin Posts: 214 Member No.: 14 Joined: 24-October 11 |
Day 5 - Letters
Daddy Dearest Kept in a completely separate part of the library, under lock and key, sits a blue book with papers of all ages. It is in here that Maeryn, the grumpy, old, viscous elf has kept her deepest darkest thoughts.   Maeryn Laryathar - 84 || Xavier Chaput- 28 Xavier, Tá brón orm ... Bhí mé a bheith ina soith bratty, agus tá súil agam go mbainfidh tú logh liom a rá na rudaí a rinne mé. A séasúr iomlán níos déanaí, agus mé ag gabháil leithscéil ach anois. Níl an chuimhne is déanaí agam de tú ceann maith, tá seans go bhféadfaimis a bheith ró-mhall, agus níl a fhios agam conas a raibh mé in ann maireachtáil, b'fhéidir, a bhfuil mé féin tar éis a rá na rudaí a rinne mé. Bhí mé díreach tar éis ... trína chéile. Maeryn Xavier, I'm sorry... I was being a bratty bitch, and I hope you'll forgive me for saying the things I did. A whole season later, and I'm just now apologizing. The last memory I have of you isn't a good one, there's a chance that we might be too late, and I don't know how I could possibly live with myself after saying the things I did. I was just... upset. Maeryn -----------------------------------------------------------------------   Maeryn Laryathar - 110 || Xavier Chaput- 54 A chara Ada, Wow. Mo chéad mhisean aonair. Tá sé ina chéim mhór deas, huh? Is mian liom bhféadfaí tú a bheith anseo chun é a fheiceáil, ach níl mé díreach do phrintíseach beag níos mó, tá mé? Mar a dúirt tú, bhí mé ag foghlaim gach rud gur gá dom a fhios a fháil uait. Tá sé am dom a stray as faoi do sciathán agus eitilte dom féin a ghlacadh. Tar éis an tsaoil, is gá dom a fháil ar mo stíl féin ag troid, ceart? Conas eile tá mé ag dul go foirfe ag baint úsáide as draíocht agus ag troid le lanna ag an am céanna? Geallaim Ní bheidh mé aon rud a dhéanamh freisin rash, agus beidh mé iarracht gan a bheith gortaithe. Uimh geallúintí cé. Fan sábháilte agus mé imithe, agus a dhéanamh cinnte nach bhfuil Ellias agus Usman i dtrioblóid iomarca. Díreach mar a tá Ussy Little fás suas go léir anois nach chiallaíonn nach bhfuil sé i dtrioblóid ... ach is dóigh liom gur mhaith leat a fhios ag gach faoi sin. grá, Maeryn Dear Ada, Wow. My first solo mission. It's a pretty big step, huh? I wish you could be here to see it, but I'm not exactly your little apprentice anymore, am I? Like you said, I've learned everything that I need to know from you. It's time for me to stray from under your wing and take flight for myself. After all, I need to find my own style of fighting, right? How else am I going to perfect using magic and fighting with blades at the same time? I promise I won't do anything too rash, and I'll try not to get hurt. No promises though. Stay safe while I'm gone, and make sure Ellias and Usman don't get into too much trouble. Just because Little Ussy is all grown up now doesn't mean that he doesn't get into trouble... but I think you'd know all about that. Love, Maeryn -----------------------------------------------------------------------    Maeryn Laryathar - 134 || Ellias Laryathar - 103 || Xavier Chaput- 78 Dear Ada, I think I've finally gotten the hang of reading and writing in Common. Certainly took me long enough, huh? Ellias and I are doing just fine. I know you wish you could be here to finish the last of his training, but I can handle it. I learned from the best, after all. Besides, you need your rest. I know you don't want to admit it, but you're getting kind of old. You've got to be what? Seventy-five? I didn't realize humans could live that long, but I guess you learn something new every day. Besides, you have all those little grandchildren to look after... How's Eddy? I heard he hasn't been doing too well lately. Make sure that Henri takes good care of him. I need to keep in contact with my sources, you know. Love, Maeryn ----------------------------------------------------------------------- Maeryn Laryathar - 155 || Xavier Chaput- deceased Dear Ada, I miss you.... Love, Maeryn ----------------------------------------------------------------------- Maeryn Laryathar - 178 || Xavier Chaput- deceased Dear Ada, I wish you were still here.... Love, Maeryn ----------------------------------------------------------------------- .png)  Maeryn Laryathar - 200 || Jorrah Laryathar - 169 || Xavier Chaput- deceased Dear Ada, It's been so long. Even your children are with the four of you now. It's gotten kind of lonely, even with everyone else around. I miss you all more than you could ever imagine. Stupid humans with your stupid short lifespan. The Order's doing great. Don't worry. It's in good hands, namely mine. Guess that was a bit of a biased statement, but you entrusted it to me, and I wouldn't dare let anything bad happen. It's grown so much though since you've passed that I need a bit of help. Speaking of the Order, you should see Jorrah. He's fantastic! He decided that he didn't want to be a merc, though. He wanted something "even more thrilling" as he put it. He decided to work for the Order as an informant. He goes in before anyone else does, and he scopes the place out, getting building layouts, guard posts, exclusive information... He certainly makes everyone else's job a lot safer. Now we know exactly what we're up against. He says that the shadowmancy Naneth taught him really helps. I've been meaning to learn some more magic, but I just haven't had the time to do anything of the sort except work on what I already know. I guess that's how things work though. Love, Maeryn -----------------------------------------------------------------------     Maeryn Laryathar - 236 || Jorrah Laryathar - 205 || Yaavie Laryathar - 264 || Algar Rochir - 289 || Xavier Chaput- deceased Dear Ada, It's so sad watching everyone I love grow up just so they can die. It's happened more times than I can count now, and I miss them all so much, but you, Naneth, Eddy, and Henri are the ones I miss the most. And don't get me wrong, Yaavie, Algar, and Jorrah are great, but... I want someone special that can always be there for me... Like what you and Naneth had, and what Yaavie and Algar have now. I'm tired of feeling so lonely. Love, Maeryn ----------------------------------------------------------------------- .png)  Maeryn Laryathar - 265 || Maethor Thialion - 239 || Xavier Chaput- deceased Dear Ada, I think I finally found someone. His name is Maethor. He's not exactly this biggest and tallest man around, but I know he loves me. He's strong and romantic and charming Love, Maeryn ----------------------------------------------------------------------- .png) Maeryn Laryathar - 265 || Maethor Thialion - 239 || Xavier Chaput- deceased Dear Ada, He was a filthy liar! He said he loved me, but it wasn't true at all! He left me, all alone, and with his child! I just don't understand. It felt like love... It really did. At least Yaavie will be here to help me and to show me what to do when the baby comes. She has a little one of her own, you know. His name is Tavor, and he's the most precious little baby in the world. I can only hope that my baby will be that cute... Love, Maeryn -----------------------------------------------------------------------   Maeryn Laryathar - 266 || Meleth Laryathar - 0 || Xavier Chaput- deceased Dear Ada, She's finally here! You have another granddaughter, Ada, and she's the best looking out of all of them. Her name is Meleth. Ellias and Yaavie say she's the spitting image of me, but I don't know. I think she looks more like the father. It doesn't matter anyway. The point is that she's beautiful, and she's all mine.... But the poor thing is so frail. I seriously worry about her sometimes. I guess that fate had something else in mind when I said I wanted someone to love forever, though, because she's my pride and joy. Love, Maeryn ----------------------------------------------------------------------- .png) Maeryn Laryathar - 268 || Meleth Laryathar - 1 || Xavier Chaput- deceased Dear Ada, Meleth is with you now. She died in her sleep... and she was still just an infant... You and Naneth take good care of her. Do for her what I can't and tell her everyday that I love her. Love, Maeryn ----------------------------------------------------------------------- .png) .png) Maeryn Laryathar - 270 || Jorrah Laryathar - 266 || Xavier Chaput- deceased Dear Ada, These are dark times for L'Ordre de la Confrérie des Lames. A mother just lost all four of her sons and her husband on a mission. The enemies are ruthless, and will honestly stop at nothing to achieve their goals. I know that some things are worth fighting for, but at what cost? People are turning to me, Jorrah, and the other council members for what to do, but I just don't know what to do. You would though... Love, Maeryn ----------------------------------------------------------------------- .png)  Maeryn Laryathar - 309 || Faevrel Talagan - 353 || Xavier Chaput- deceased Dear Ada, I'm pregnant again. His name is Faervel. I can tell he doesn't want to stay though... He says he will, but I know he won't. Sure, he's handsome and charming, but I know he doesn't love me. He's never told me so. I'd rather he just leave me be now so I can forget about him sooner. I know I want to find love, but... I don't want someone who pretends that they do. I want authentic love. The kind that you hear about in all of the great love stories. The kind that you and Naneth had. Love, Maeryn -----------------------------------------------------------------------  Maeryn Laryathar - 311 || Tamar Laryathar - 0 || Xavier Chaput- deceased Dear Ada, You have another beautiful granddaughter. Her name is Tamar. She's strong just like me, and she has a beautiful head of auburn hair with little curls. I wish you could see her. You would be so proud. I know I am, and this time, I'm not going to lose her. Love, Maeryn -----------------------------------------------------------------------   Maeryn Laryathar - 356 || Tamar Laryathar - 39 || Xavier Chaput- deceased Dear Ada, You guessed it. It happened again, only this time, I don't even know his name... Not that I really care to. He wasn't even there when I woke up, so why should I care? He obviously didn't care enough for me. It's okay, though. I still have Tamar. She's growing up so fast. Already she can walk and talk, and she knows how to go to the outhouse all by herself. She can even read simple sentences. She's such a bright child, and she's only forty-three. It's funny, though. She's so fascinated with my tummy. It makes me wonder what she thinks when I tell her that she has a little brother or sister in there. I think she told Jorrah that I ate a baby, but I could have heard wrong. Love, Maeryn -----------------------------------------------------------------------   Maeryn Laryathar - 358 || Rynben Laryathar - o || Tamar Laryathar - 41 || Xavier Chaput- deceased Dear Ada, You have another grandson. His name is Rynben. I almost lost him, though. When he was born he was blue. The midwife said he stayed in longer than he should have and swallowed some of the fluid. She was able to save him, thankfully, and now he's the biggest, strongest baby I've ever had. I sense great things from both him and Tamar, and I know you would be proud. Love, Maeryn ----------------------------------------------------------------------- .png) .png) .png) Maeryn Laryathar - 408 || Rynben Laryathar - 5o || Tamar Laryathar - 91 || Xavier Chaput- deceased Dear Ada, Sometimes I wonder if Rynben is even related to me. We're already polar opposites, and he's only fifty. He's so quiet and obedient... It's nice, and yet, kind of disturbing. He loves spending time with his Aunt Yaavie while I'm out and about, though, so I suppose I should be thankful that he's not a difficult to handle child. I really worry about Yaavie sometimes, though. She's been so forgetful lately... even more so than usual. She's not quite as sharp either. She won't notice things that she normally would have... I just hope she's not falling ill. Tamar has started her training, by the way. She says she wants to be the best merc ever, and I support her all the way. I just hope she doesn't get hurt, but I would trust her master with all my life, and I know she'll be safe. And from what I've seen, she's just as good as I ever was. They won't know what hit them. Love, Maeryn ----------------------------------------------------------------------- .png)   .png)  Maeryn Laryathar - 440 || Rynben Laryathar - 82 || Tamar Laryathar - 123 || Jorrah Laryathar - 408 || Nicolette Chaput - 27 || Xavier Chaput- deceased Dear Ada, It's amazing how quickly time flies by. I blinked and all of a sudden, Tamar's all grown up and Rynben is her apprentice. My children are slipping away from me, and soon I'll be left in this big house all by myself again. Even Jorrah found love. They married not too long ago. Her name is Nicolette Chaput. Chaput! Go figure. If only I could fine someone too... I don't want to be alone. It's not a fun feeling. Love, Maeryn ----------------------------------------------------------------------- .png) .png)  .png) Maeryn Laryathar - 448 || Rynben Laryathar - 89 || Tamar Laryathar - 130 || Anna Laryathar - 7 || Xavier Chaput- deceased Dear Ada, Two more of your grandchildren are coming to meet you... I'm sure they'll be excited to be able to meet the first Xavier Chaput. They deserve the treat, especially after what they went through... It is in the memory of my son, Rynben, and my precious niece, Anna, that I'm even writing this... The gruesome deaths they endured are deaths that I would not wish upon the worst of my enemies.... Even the ones who did this to them. You taught me better than that, Ada. Tamar is in critical condition. She was hurt badly, and I healed her to the best of my ability, but I don't know how she'll turn out... It's possible that she could lose the use of her legs. She fell from a window and broke her back. I was able to mend the bones, but.... there was damage to her spinal chord. I tried my best to repair it, but I'm not sure if it will work. She's still asleep. She has been for a few weeks now. But despite her still being asleep... She's the only thing that keeps me hanging on. Love, Maeryn -----------------------------------------------------------------------     Maeryn Laryathar - 573 || Tamar Laryathar - 255 || Adam Highstreet - 27 || Robert Highstreet - 0 || Xavier Chaput- deceased Dear Ada, I haven't written in a while, and I'm sorry.... I just haven't had the will to... Things have been getting better, though. Tamar is back and better than ever, though she no longer works for the Order as a merc. In fact, she's wonderful at the job she's taken since. She even worked her way up the coorperate ladder. She's an ambassador for the Order, working on checking on the different branches, giving pitches for the Pheonix Business firm... Things of that sort. She even has a newborn and a husband. The child's name is Robert. That's right, Ada. I'm a grandmother. I can't figure out how that happened either. I love you and I miss you so much. Share my love with everyone, okay? And when I say everyone, I mean everyone. You'll be giving hugs and kisses for days. Love, Maeryn -----------------------------------------------------------------------    Maeryn Laryathar - 573 || Xavier-Miles Chaput XIV - 27 || Raven Wolf - 26 || Arturo Seregeant - 30 || Xavier Chaput- deceased Dear Ada, I don't understand what you're trying to do here. Are you trying to tell me something, or are you just trying to keep me company? You know I've always kept a careful eye on and a close relationship with all of your namesakes, but this? This is ridiculous... I've never seen this happen before... But I know you and Naneth have to be behind it. There are just too damn many similarities between you and Miles, and Naneth and.... her long lost twin. And even Arturo.... He's the spitting image of Eddy, only with shaggier hair. Granted, they act nothing alike, so that's a bit of relief for me, but feck, these three give Yaavie fits sometimes... I normally would have thought nothing of it, but strange things have been happening. They remember things... from when I met you all. I don't know what's going on, Ada, and I don't like it... Love, Maeryn  |
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Posted: Jul 13 2012, 11:53 AM
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Time to feed some chickens! Group: Admin Posts: 214 Member No.: 14 Joined: 24-October 11 |
Day 6 - Tremble
 .png) .png)  Calemir Dílloth - 57 || Kiirlas Dílloth - 108 || Faeron Dílloth - 296 || Eäriel Aeraos - 264 Nightmares are Real "Aendir!! Thabhairt ar ais!" "Issel!! Issel!! Níl, mo leanbh!" "Thala?? Thala!! A thabhairt ar ais di, tá tú arrachtaigh!" The first cry of mother having her child ripped from her arms rang through the still night air. And soon another came, followed by another, and another until the cries became a mangled mess of indistinguishable screams of terror and pleas for help. There was no mistaking the reason for these cries. Every elf in the small community on the outskirts of the great Elven city Artainis Seregon knew the reason for these sorrowful cries, but not one dared to help for fear of having the same fate. Perhaps the most terrified of all, though, were the children. For ages, parents, grandparents, and storytellers of high and low caliber have told the same foreboding tale, warning the Elven children of the dangers of going out at night. The older children talked amongst themselves about whether or not they believed the tale to be true. The younger ones, however, all feared the dreaded men that lurked in the night, searching for the first child they could find and rip them from their mothers' breasts. Calemir, along with every other child, knew the story all too well. There was nothing she feared more than those men... except for the heavy metal collars they welded onto the necks of the children they stole. At the first sound of screams ringing through the night air, the young redheaded elf jolted awake from her peaceful slumber. She frantically looked about, trying to figure out what was going on, when another sorrowful shout came. Frightened, Calemir climbed out of her bed and popped her little head out of her window. She looked up at the bridges connecting the houses of the more wealthy elves above her, and met the sight of strange tall men running with squirming potato sacks slung over their shoulders as the other elves quickly locked their windows and doors. "Slavers ..." she whispered under her breath as her eyes widened. Quickly, Calemir shut her window and ran out of her bedroom, and right into the arms of a person. The arms of the person wrapped around her, and Calemir let out a scream as her little heart started to race. "Ssh. Ciúin, mo ghrá. Naneth ar fuair tú," spoke a motherly voice. Calemir, realizing that it was just her mother, wrapped her little arms around her mother, and began to cry frightened tears. She always feared what would happen if the stories came true, but somewhere in the back of her mind, she always thought it wouldn't happen. After all, it was just a story. Eäriel let go of Calemir and placed a hand on her daughter's back. "Tar, is breá," Eäriel whispered as she ushered Calemir toward the back of the house. "Ada atá sa chúl le Kiirlas." Then, just as she finished whispering her instructions to her daughter, Eäriel stopped, and her ears twitched as they picked up the sound of what she thought were footsteps. Quickly, she scooped Calemir up into her arms and ran for the back of the house. But it was too late. The front door to the house burst open with only one strong kick, and a pair of gruff men flowed in the house. Eäriel flinched as the door burst open, and kept running. She was almost there. "They're getting away!" one of the men shouted as he sprang forward to catch the mother and child. Much larger, and more toned than the thin, little, Elven woman, he quickly gained on them, and grabbed Eäriel by her hair as she turned a corner. She let out a yelp as her head jerked back, and fell to the floor, Calemir with her. Then, the man roughly grabbed Calemir by the arm and yanked her from her mother and into the air as Eäriel tried to get up, only to have her head yanked back to the ground by her hair caught under the man's boot. "Hello. Such a scrawny little thing," he said to her as she cried out in terror. Her face was quickly met with a hard stinging slap. "Shut up, you little worm!" the man angrily shouted at her as the second came up behind him. "Oi! Don't damage her! You want her to sell well, don'tcha?" the second man scolded as he held out an open potato sack. "Yeah yeah," the first man grumbled as he shoved Calemir into the sack. The second man then tied up the sack and slung it over his shoulder, grunting as the girl inside hit his back. "What about the bitch?" "Just leave her. The young ones are worth more anyhow." Then, the sound of what sounded like a sac of flour being dropped on the ground flitted through the itchy fabric of the potato sack, immediately followed by a cry of pain. Calemir shivered and held her breath as she tried not to cry. She knew that they were hurting her Naneth. "Calemir! Eäriel! Faigh amach as dóibh!" Sin sounded cosúil le... "ADA!!" Calemir cried through the itchy fabric of the sack as her breathing grew raggid. It was getting hard to breathe, and she was beginning to feel dizzy. "I told you to shut up!!" another voice came, followed by a rough strike to the side of her head and a cry of pain. The sound of running met Calemir's ears as the sack swung about and thumped against the back of the man who was carrying her. "Calemir!!! CALEMIR!!! A THABHAIRT AR AIS, TÚ TUILLIS!!" the voice of her Ada rang out above all the other shouts mingling in the night air. Calemir swallowed the lump forming in her throat, and curled up into fetal position as she trembled in shock. It wasn't long after that she completely passed out, only to be awoken by the searing pain of having her number branded on her wrist. ------------------ Aendir!! Thabhairt ar ais! Aendir!! Bring him back! Issel!! Issel!! Níl, mo leanbh! Issel!! Issel!! No, my baby! Thala?? Thala!! A thabhairt ar ais di, tá tú arrachtaigh! Thala?? Thala!! Bring her back, you mosters! Ssh. Ciúin, mo ghrá. Naneth ar fuair tú. Ssh. Quiet, my love. Naneth's got you. Tar, is breá. Ada atá sa chúl le Kiirlas. Come, love. Ada's in the back with Kiirlas. Calemir! Eäriel! Faigh amach as dóibh! Calemir! Eäriel! Get away from them! Sin sounded cosúil le... That sounded like... Calemir!!! CALEMIR!!! A THABHAIRT AR AIS, TÚ TUILLIS! Calemir!! CALEMIR!! BRING HER BACK, YOU BASTARDS! |
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Posted: Jul 15 2012, 01:23 AM
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Time to feed some chickens! Group: Admin Posts: 214 Member No.: 14 Joined: 24-October 11 |
Day 7 - Simple
   Calemir Dílloth - 91 || Carru Dílloth - 1 || Torel Harrowmont - 37 Precious A soft smile snuck its way onto Calemir's face as she peered through the doorway to the other room at an unsuspecting Torel and little baby Carru. She just loved it when she got to witness rare, but simple moments such as this. All the more reason to be extra careful to be quiet and stay unseen for now. Torel gently tugged a small knit hat that would just barely cover his fist over Carru's head. "There. All dressed," he said in a tone completely different from his usual gruff one. Instead, it had been replaced by one of tenderness toward the innocent, little baby in front of him, who in turn stared up at him with big blue eyes. Did Torel just smile? It was hard to tell from this angle. No, that couldn't be. The man hardly ever smiled. "Mmm-mmm-aaa-brrrrr-aaaaa-aaa-umm," Carrru responded with quite the volume for such a little boy. He opened his toothless mouth again and let out another short outburst as he wiggled his fists in the air and kicked about his legs. Eventually, the baby boy's right fist found its way to his mouth, and he put it into his mouth as he continued to look at Torel with those big baby blue eyes. Torel then took both of Carru's arms and started moving them, making Carru "clap" with his tightly balled up fists. "Yay! I'm all dressed!" he then said in a high pitched, cooing tone at Carru. Carru then smiled a toothless grin up at Torel and let out a small single giggle. The soft smile on Calemir's face then turned into a big smile at the scene in front of her. But then, almost as if he sensed that she was enjoying watching the two, Torel gently picked up Carru and cradled him in his arms before turning to exit the room. Calemir, seeing him begin to turn, quickly ducked back behind the doorway. She had to do something. Just act casual. She could do this! Calemir quickly and quietly ran for the table in the corner and started fiddling with all of the baby things she had already packed for the day in the little cloth bag. Just as she got to the bag, Torel walked in the room, carrying Carru, and said, now in his usual gruff voice, "Girl, are you ready yet?" Calemir peeked over her shoulder and saw his usual slight frown on his face. Okay. Maybe he hadn't noticed her. Perfect. "Yes. I was just.... putting together the bag," she responded, a little too cheerfully. She could feel his eyes on her as she shifted things around in the bag. He was quiet. Why was he quiet? "If you're going to lie, at least make it believable," he responded in an even more gruff tone as he walked over to her. "What do you mean?" she asked, her nervousness starting to show. "You packed the bag last night." "I forgot something." "Oh yeah? What?" Quick! Come up with something, Cal! She glanced around the room, trying to stall. What did she forget? "I.... forgot this," she said as she reached into the bag and pulled out a cloth diaper. "We packed those last night," Torel rebutted. "Well, I thought we could use some more," she responded with a little hesitation, hoping that he would buy into the little white lie. "Just get the bag, and let's go!" Torel finally snapped as he lightly adjusted the baby in his arms. He didn't have time for Cal's shenanigans. Calemir let out a small sigh of relief that he was dropping the subject, and grabbed the cloth bag and slung it over her shoulder. "Here, I'll take Carru," she said, reaching out for her child. "I'll hold the boy. Just go," Torel snapped once more, nodding toward the door. She simply nodded and opened the front door for Torel. Hopefully the rest of the day would go better. Then again, with a start like that, it was kind of hard to think that it could get much better. Calemir followed Torel out of the door, and that small smile returned as she thought about Torel cooing at Carru and Carru laughing in turn. |
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Posted: Jul 18 2012, 11:30 PM
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Time to feed some chickens! Group: Admin Posts: 214 Member No.: 14 Joined: 24-October 11 |
Day 10 - Diamond
.png) _0.png) Jorrah Laryathar - 408 || Nicolette Chaput - 26 Good Morning Sleeping Beauty Jorrah let out a small yawn as his fluttered half-open. What day was it? Tuesday? Wednesday? He knew there was something important he had to do this morning. He just couldn't remember exactly what it was. Slowly, he glanced over at the nightstand, his eyes still half-opened, and saw a small note sitting near the edge. The blonde elven man sluggishly reached over and grabbed the note. He quietly opened the folded piece of paper so as not to disturb the slumbering woman next to him, and read the chicken scratch handwriting slurred across the page. Don't forget to wake up before sunrise. You can't mess this up again. Nicolette leaves tomorrow, so you need to ask her now! Jorrah's eyes snapped open as he read over the self addressed note one more time and mentally cursed himself. He overslept! Without a moment to spare, Jorrah, not even bothering to put on a shirt or some pajama pants because there was no time, quietly rolled out of bed and tip-toed out of the well furnished bedroom of the little seaside cottage and into the kitchen. Now, this had to be perfect. Only her favorite breakfast foods. After all, who didn't like a breakfast in bed? Jorrah started mixing up some batter for some homemade blueberry pancakes, and fired up the skillet. Between flipping pancakes, squeezing orange juice, and chopping nuts and various fruits for the oatmeal, he could only pray that the noise wouldn't wake Nicolette. In fact, he was surprised that she hadn't woken up yet, slipped out of bed, and walked into the little kitchen to find him flipping pancakes in his boxers. She was usually such an early riser. He didn't have time to think about that though. She could wake up at any minute, and if she did, it would all be over. The surprise would be ruined, and there would be no do overs. The next day she would be on that train to some far off, distant place to do some work of the Order, and he would be stuck back here, worrying about her, and regretting that he never got to show her just how much he loved her. No. He couldn't think about that now. Without even bothering to rinse off anything, he dug around in the cabinets until he found a small serving tray and placed all of the food in a nice little arrangement on top. In the center of the tray sat a glass plate with a stack of four, lightly buttered, blueberry flapjacks with several blueberries arranged on top to look like a heart. Off in the top left corner sat a warm bowl of apple cinnamon oatmeal with chopped pecans and apple and banana slices on top, and in the top right corner sat a glass of freshly squeezed orange juice. The little breakfast tray was all brought together by a light pink cloth napkin sitting under a fork, a knife, and a spoon. Taking a deep breath, Jorrah took the tray and carried it back into the bedroom. Upon seeing Nicolette, his brown haired beauty, still fast asleep, he let out a sigh of relief, only to tense up again. This was it. Things were all going according to plan. All he needed was that little black box with the crowned jewel of the morning stowed away inside. He set aside the tray of food on the dresser, and walked over to the nightstand. He tugged the drawer open as quietly as he could, and smiled upon finding the little black box tucked away inside. He opened the box with a little pop, and removed the diamond ring. It wasn't a very big stone, but it was clear, colorless, and cut in just the right way so that all ends of the little circle sparkled like the stars. He slowly snapped the little box shut and tucked it away in the drawer before turning and smiling at the girl of his dreams lying before him. Jorrah's smile grew even wider as he quietly leaned across the bed, being sure not to move the mattress too much, and gently too Nicolette's left hand. Slowly, but surely, Jorrah then wiggled the diamond ring onto her ring finger, and placed her hand back where it was resting before hand. Unable to contain himself, Jorrah then retrieved the breakfast tray and placed it on the bed right next to his Nicolette. Then came the wait. It wasn't too bad though, the whole five minutes that it lasted, because every single one of those five minutes was filled with thoughts of the rest of their lives together. Jorrah could already see it. How beautiful she'd look on their wedding day... Each of them smiling over a beautiful baby... Each and every decade that he got to spend with Nicolette he looked forward to, because he just couldn't imagine his life without her. He knew that some day the inevitable would come, though. After all, he was an elf, and she was a human, but he wasn't going to let that stop him. He loved this woman with all of his being, and he wanted to be with her every hour of every day, and to be able to say that she is his. But after five minutes, he just couldn't take it anymore. Reaching over, Jorrah lightly shook the shoulders of his beloved, and smiled as her eyes slowly fluttered open. "Good morning, Sleeping Beauty," he said, smiling like an idiot. "Mmmm.... Good morning," Nicolette responded, not yet noticing the surprise on her finger as she stretched out her arms. "I have a surprise for you," Jorrah said as he motioned toward the breakfast tray sitting on the bed. Nicolette blinked at the breakfast, and sat up straight, letting the covers drop to reveal her flannel, short sleeved nightgown. "What's this? she asked curiously as she reached forward to pull the tray closer, but stopped immediately and jerked her left hand backward as she gasped in surprise. Her eyes grew wide and her jaw dropped, for there, sitting on her left ring finger, was the most beautiful diamond ring she had ever seen. She stared at the ring, fixated by its beauty, but was drawn out of its entrancement by the sound of Jorrah's voice. "Nicolette... You're the most amazing woman I know, and I can't imagine life without you. I want to be by your side through everything because I love you more than any man has ever loved a woman before. So... Nicolette Jacqueline Chaput, will you marry me?" he asked, now on bended knee, in his boxers, with bed head and morning breath. Unable to keep the tears of joy from flowing as she smiled so wide that if she stayed like that for much longer her jaw could start to hurt, Nicolette happily nodded as she looked trough her tear-blurred vision first at the ring, and then back at Jorrah. "Yes! Yes of course!" she happily answered before leaning over to throw her arms around his bare, scarred chest, and plant the happiest kiss that he would ever experience right on his lip. It truly was amazing how even though he woke up later than he was supposed to, everything went just as planned, and thanks to that little stroke of luck he received that morning, Jorrah was now the happiest man in the world. |
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Posted: Jul 24 2012, 02:22 AM
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Day 13 - Accusation
.png)  Calemir Dílloth - 63 || Trent Hamil - 9 || Kirkland Hamil - 7 Murky Waters Calemir watched from the side as the two boys played in the yard. They were running about with wooden swords, pretending to duel. From what Calemir could tell, Lordling Trent was winning. He was older and more experienced, where as Lordling Kirk was more likely to fall on his bottom and cry about it. But to Calemir, it didn't matter who won. All that mattered was that both of the children were happy, clean, and healthy. As the two boys clashed their wooden swords and ran and jumped about, they were getting dangerously close to a large mud puddle sitting in the corner of the yard. "No! Stop!" she shouted out as she ran closer to stop the boys from splashing around in the mud. The two boys stopped their swordplay to look at her. What right did the little elf have to tell them what to do? They were bigger, stronger, and they were human boys. She was a puny little elven girl. They were supposed to tell her what to do! Not the other way around! "Just who do you think you're talking to, girl?" Lordling Trent angrily shouted at her. "You don't tell us what to do! You better shape up and learn your place!" Calemir flinched at the shouts. All she was trying to do was her job. She shakily looked up at Lordling Trent and pointed toward the big mud puddle. All she was trying to do was warn them of the mud. "The mud? Great idea!" Lordling Trent laughed as he easily picked her up. Calemir wiggled, trying to be let go, but it was no use as he swung her over the mud. Three quick swings, and then Lordling Trent let go, sending Calemir flying through the air as she flailed about. With a big splash, mud went flying everywhere as the little elven girl disappeared in the puddle. The two boys were rolling around in the grass as they laughed and laughed. They laughed even harder as a mud covered Calemir sat up in the middle of the mud puddle and started to cry. "Aww, what's the matter? Stupid little elf's crying! You should be thankful! You asked to be thrown in the mud!" Lordling Trent laughed, little Kirk laughing right along side him. Calemir cried and cried as she sat in the mud, unaware of the approaching Lady Elanor. The two boys, seeing their mother approach, quickly stopped their laughter and ran. "GIRL GET OUT OF THAT MUD AT ONCE!!" she shouted angrily at Calemir as she pointed to the dry grass. Calemir wiped her eyes with her muddy hands, and tried to stop her crying as she waded through the knee deep mud to meet the irate lady of the house. She knew she was in trouble. What would her punishment be this time? No food? Sleeping outside? Being beaten? All three? Lady Elanor grabbed Calemir by her wrist and dragged her over to the well at the back of the house. "You ruined your dress! Were you planning on throwing my sons in that mud too? Huh?" she angrily questioned. Calemir wasn't too sure what the lady was saying, but she shook her head no all the same. She was quickly met with a hard slap to the face. "Don't you lie to me!" Lady Elanor hissed with clenched teeth. Once the two reached the well, Lady Elanor made Calemir pull up a heavy bucket full of bone chillingly cold water. She was quickly met with another slap for being too low. Calemir tried her best not to cry out loud, her cheeks stinging. Arms aching, Calemir finally managed to pull the bucket to the top of the well. Lady Elanor then promptly took the bucket full of water, and dumped the entire thing over Calemir's head, drenching her in the freezing cold water, and washing away the mud. "You stupid girl! Don't you have a brain?" Lady Elanor chastised as she took the soaking wet Calemir by the collar and dragged her over to a tree. "You're going to stay here until I come and get you, you hear?" she angrily scolded as she tied Calemir up to the tree. Calemir gave a small nod, whimpering as more tears fell. It wasn't her fault. Then, to prove just how angry she was, Lady Elanor picked Calemir up, placed her over her knee, and spanked her. That was it for Calemir. She couldn't take it anymore. She screamed and cried as her poor little bum was beaten black and blue. Little did she know that she ended with the better of the two situations. If the boy's expensive clothing had been ruined, her punishment surely would have been worse. |
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Posted: Jul 24 2012, 02:28 AM
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Time to feed some chickens! Group: Admin Posts: 214 Member No.: 14 Joined: 24-October 11 |
Day 14 - Silver
.png) Maeryn Laryathar - 398 || Tamar Laryathar - 81 Heirloom Tamar swung her legs over the side of her mothers bed as she looked around. It had been a while since she sat on this bed. It had been what? Around thirty years? Tamar was too old to sleep in her mother's bed anymore. No, these days, Tamar preferred to spend time with her friends and coop herself up in her room doing goddesses know what. The door closed with a small thud, and Maeryn walked over to Tamar and took a seat next to her on the bed. "Tamar... I have something that I want to give you," Maeryn announced with a little smile. She then reached around her neck and unclasped the gold chain necklace that she was wearing. She held the necklace up so that the milky blue stone pendant shone in the light. As Maeryn and Tamar stared at the stone, the white-grey whisps in the blue started to swirl around. Maeryn let a small smile escape as she moved Tamar's long hair aside and clasped the necklace around her neck. "This is an ancient family heirloom. My mother handed it down to me, and her mother handed it down to her, and her mother before her. You musn't let it get into the wrong hands. I almost did once..." Tamar held the pendant between her fingers and examined it. "... And what happened?" she asked, not taking her eyes off of the necklace. ".... I'll tell you that story another day," Maeryn replied, a hint of pain in her voice even after all of these years. "My point is... This necklace has the potential to give the wearer intense amounts of magical power. You have to earn the power though," she continued to explain, pushing memories away as she did. "You don't need it?" Tamar asked as she slowly turned the pendant between her fingers. "No. I'm powerful enough without it. You take it," Maeryn insisted, closing her hand around her daughter's and giving her a small smile. ".... Thank you, Naneth," Tamar said, smiling as she pulled her mother into a hug. "You're welcome, Daor," Maeryn replied affectionately, hugging her back. |
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Posted: Jul 26 2012, 12:39 PM
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Time to feed some chickens! Group: Admin Posts: 214 Member No.: 14 Joined: 24-October 11 |
Day 15 - Order
  Maeryn Laryathar - 573 || Jorrah Laryathar - 542 Things of Importance Mer is a derp and can't figure out how to work the dang iphone thing, so here's a little cheat sheet Green - Mae / White - Jorrah  Green - Jorrah / White - Mae  Green - Mae / White - Jorrah  Green - Jorrah / White - Mae  Green - Mae / White - Jorrah  I am so sorry. I will never try this again OTL |
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Posted: Aug 1 2012, 09:33 AM
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Day 16 - Thousand
    Maeryn Laryathar - 745 || Jorrah Laryathar - 712 || Tamar Highstreet - (Age to be determined) || Robbie Highstreet - 47 || Xavier-Miles Chaput XIV - 59 || Raven Wolf Chaput - 58 || Arturo Seregeant - 62 Eulogy Inspired by extremely feely feels that should never have been thought or felt, but were and now here they are, despite the fact that I will probably be hated for them, but you know what? They were felt and this had to be done or I wouldn't be able to rest, so here it is in a nice serving of tears. Have fun. There she laid. Beautiful as she ever was, but cold as ice and still as a church mouse. Her usual floppy hat was nowhere in sight today as she laid in that satin lined casket. Today, her ears were exposed for the world to see... or at least, the small chunk of the world that came to see the leader of L'Ordre de la Confrérie des Lames one last time before she was put in the ground to finally rest forever. If they were expecting her to look like she did while living, then they would be in for a surprise when they finally got a look at the woman in the open casket. This woman looked frail, thin, and peaceful, three words that would have never been used to describe Maeryn Laryathar, and they most certainly never would have found her holding a bouquet of daisies picked from the garden she tended that once belonged to her sister. The time was coming, however, for the funeral to officially start, and everyone quickly moved out of the way and to their seats -- if they could find one -- to allow the family to say their last goodbyes. First came Jorrah, clad in a black suit. As the old man gripped his cane tightly and hobbled his way over to the coffin to see his sister off, something snapped. He had been asked countless times to speak at funerals, and he had seen hundreds of thousands of people pass on... He just never thought that his immortal sister would be one of them. He always knew that she would be, and for her sake, he hoped that she passed before he did... But he never truly accepted that fact, and now, the numbing walls that he had built up so strong, so tall, so thick over these past six hundred years were all crumbling down, and the destruction was all due to one woman. One terrible, horrifying, deathly, loving, caring, sweet sweet woman. And as he looked down at his beloved sister, he started to cry for the first time in two hundred years. Jorrah leaned over his sister, and a single tear rolled down his cheek and landed on her's with a small splat. Taking extra care not to disturb her in her still slumber, he then took a shaky thumb, and wiped his tear away. "Slán, mo dheirfiúr. Bhí sé spraoi ... Mae Mae," he whispered so low, only she would be able to hear. He then leaned down and lightly kissed her forehead, her skin clammy and powdery with makeup under his lips. As he stepped away to head to his seat, Tamar and Robbie stepped up. Robbie stood with a solemn face as he held onto his mother's shoulders for support. A small sob escaped Tamar as she and her son looked upon their wonderful mother and grandmother of so many years. The same wonderful mother and grandmother who suffered so many hardships for their sake. The same merciful mother and grandmother who for that very reason, did what she did and sacrificed what she sacrificed. Never, though, had either of them thought that they would be here. "Goodbye, Naneth... I love you so much," Tamar choked out between sobs, the tears rolling heavy from her eyes. She reached out to cautiously touch her mother's hand and lightly rub her thumb over it. Another sob left Tamar as she slowly removed her hand from her mother's, and Robbie gently squeezed her shoulders to let her know that it would all be alright. Robbie gave his grandmother a small, solemn nod, and both he and Tamar stepped away to let the next person see her. They took their seats next to Jorrah, and Robbie wrapped an arm around his mother, pulling her close to comfort her. After Tamar and Robbie came Miles, Raven, and Robyn Chaput. They weren't exactly family, but they were as good as. And then after they said their final goodbyes, came Arturo Seregeant and his family. Soon enough, everyone was seated once again, and it was time for the coffin to be closed. As quickly as he could, Jorrah restored his permanent numbness, and gave Miles, Raven and Arturo a small nod. Together, the three of them stood back up, and walked up to the coffin, Miles and Raven holding hands the entire time. Together, the three of them closed the casket, and spread the neatly folded white cloth over the coffin. After making sure it was straight, they returned to their seats. There was a small moment of silence before Jorrah finally stood up and slowly made his way to the podium to speak. Once there, he calmly took several neatly folded paper out of his breast pocket and opened it. He lightly cleared his throat, and pulled a thick pair of reading glasses out of his pocket as well before looking out over the crowd. By a quick glance, it was hard to say just how many people were here. Several thousand from the look of it. "Hello... We are gathered here today to celebrate the life of the last remaining original member of L'Ordre de la Confrérie des Lames. The life of a wonderful woman-" he abruptly stopped, staring at the paper in his hands. A few seconds passed, and Jorrah let out a small huff and crumbled up the paper. "A woman who's life cannot be contained in paper. They say a picture is worth a thousand words. Well, look around. There are hundreds of them here. But even these hundreds of thousands of words could not do justice to my sister... her mother... their grandmother... and your leader... I looked down at the woman lying in that casket and two thoughts came to my mind. The first: I can't believe that bitch left me here. The second: ... Too bad that's not her. She would never be caught dead sleeping. Ironically, she died in her sleep. I guess all those years of insomnia were a kind of foreshadowing." A small laugh rang through out the crowd, and just as suddenly as the laughter came, it went. Jorrah looked out over the crowd with a straight face and continued on, ".... Maeryn was a great leader. I can't tell you how many times she saved the day with her quick judgement. Quick... but just and fair and true. Ada... or as you all know him, the original Xavier Chaput... would be proud. I know I am." "One of the things that made her so great, in my opinion, were the hardships that she endured. There were many, and they were great. Many of you do not know this because you do not know us. To many of you, she may have just been a name. A legend... To those of you who have gotten the chance to talk to her in person, I say you are lucky. But even you cannot possibly know what this woman... what this hero... has gone through." "When I was but a boy, Maeryn and I lost our family to a fire. My mother, father, twin sister, and baby brother all perished, leaving me, Maeryn, and Yaavie. I am sad to say that after all these years I have forgotten my family. Memories fade over time until they are only stories. But this is one I will never forget because she is the reason that we even met Xavier and Raven. She is the reason that our lives changed for the better. "Many of you also do not know that she lost two children. Her first, a little girl, died in her sleep when she was only an infant. Her third was brutally murdered alongside my eldest daughter... But I'm not here to tell you how sad her life was. No. That's not my purpose in telling you this. The hardships she experienced made her a better person because she looked the world head on and said 'Wow... You're one seriously fucked up bastard, aren't you?' ... Just like Ada did. "She saw a problem, and she wanted to fix it. Every day, she would sit and watch the news at whatever time she could catch it, and she would see these stories of children gone missing, only to be found three days later washed up in a river in bits and pieces... of men, women, and children being held hostage by armed robbers who are unwilling to negotiate... over and over, stories of corruption... She would watch these stories, and be reminded of exactly what it is we stand for. She would hear the unheard cries of these people desperate for help... of the grief stricken families who had nowhere to turn to... and she would be reminded of what it was like to feel that way, and of exactly why she wanted to carry on the dream of her father and stop it. "But of course, just like all other people, she knew happiness too. Plenty of happiness, and without that happiness, she probably wouldn't know just what she was fighting for... Because if you're not fighting for a purpose then why are you even here? What are you doing? Why? "All she wanted was for the pain to end for everyone. For there to be no more tears of sadness... and only tears of joy. But she couldn't do it alone. To try it by herself was to fail, and failure simply wasn't an option... That's where you come in. "Brother Hawk's tail... We've all seen it. It's long, lush, and full of life just like the descendants it represents. But just because the last wing is now gone, doesn't mean that Brother Hawk can't still fly. If there's one thing I can promise you, it's this... That L'Ordre de la Confrérie des Lames is in good hands. I owe it not just to my beloved sister who loved the world so much... especially those whom she has had the pleasure to meet despite her usual grouchy outer shell... but I owe to all of you: the future of this Order. She would be more than proud... and absolutely overjoyed to see just this many people here today," Jorrah said, his voice finally starting to falter. "I'm sorry...," he quickly added before taking a moment to collect himself. "... Before I go sit back down, though... I'd just like to say..." he paused as he turned to look at the coffin dressed in white. "Goodbye, Maeryn... We all love you, and you will be greatly missed." __________________________________________________________________________________ Slán, mo dheirfiúr. Bhí sé spraoi ... Mae Mae. Goodbye, my sister. It was fun... Mae Mae. |
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Posted: Oct 30 2012, 07:23 PM
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Time to feed some chickens! Group: Admin Posts: 214 Member No.: 14 Joined: 24-October 11 |
 Callie Dylan - 15 True Colors Callie rolled to her side and squinted at the hall light shining in her eyes. That evil little light… How she loathed that hall light. Loathed it down to her bones. As long as that light was on, she knew he was awake; as long as he was awake, there was a chance he’d come again; as long as he could come again, he could punish her; as long as he could punish her, she knew she was at fault; and as long as she knew she was at fault, she was afraid. And so as long as that hall light burned in her eyes, fear consumed her. This, ladies and gentlemen, was the transitive property at its best. However, now wasn’t the time for Callie to apply math to her life. No. Instead she retreated into the back of her mind—the part that stores things you’ve memorized—just as she always did to calm herself. We, unaccustomed to courage exiles from delight live coiled in shells of loneliness until love leaves its high holy temple and comes into our sight to liberate us into life. Love arrives and in its train come ecstasies old memories of pleasure ancient histories of pain. Yet if we are bold, love strikes away the chains of fear from our souls. We are weaned from our timidity In the flush of love's light we dare be brave And suddenly we see that love costs all we are and will ever be. Yet it is only love which sets us free. Callie slowly curled into herself, cringing slightly at the rustling of her bedsheets. Then, as if whatever divine being was out there had sensed her inner turmoil, the light menace went out. Now, that her room was completely dark, Callie relaxed. Okay, she thought as she continued to stare at the empty doorway. He should be asleep any minute now… A free bird leaps on the back Of the wind and floats downstream Till the current ends and dips his wing In the orange suns rays And dares to claim the sky…. Uhm… But a bird that stalks down his narrow cage Can seldom see through his bars of rage His wings are clipped and his feet are tied So he opens his throat to sing…………. The caged bird sings with a fearful trill Of things unknown but longed for still And his tune is heard on the distant hill for The caged bird sings of freedom….. Ah…. The free bird thinks of another breeze….. The free bird thinks of another breeze….. Ah crap. I’ll look up the rest later. And with that, Callie, completely ignoring all of the rejections that her body was screaming at her, quietly rolled out of bed. As she passed through the doorless doorway to her room, she looked both ways down the hall and turned toward the bathroom. Light on her toes, Callie, making sure to take extra care to keep quiet as she passed her father’s room, snuck her way to the sanctuary of the bathroom, and quietly closed the door behind her. Now cast into a sea of black, Callie groped along the wall for the light switch and flicked it on. A dim, white light filled the small bathroom, and Callie winced. Even the dim white light was too bright… brighter than it used to be… bright enough to where it was unbearable. In her regular routine, Callie slid open the drawer closest to the door and pulled a match set out from the back. As she flipped open the match set, she frowned. The number of matches had dwindled down to one sole match. With another small sigh, Callie struck the match and lit the three candles: one on either side of the sink and one on the back of the toilet. Together, the three scents of cinnamon buns, apple pie, and Christmas cookies blended to make a sickingly sweet smell. Callie liked it. She closed her eyes and drew in a deep breath. Her head spun in circles, and as she turned out the lights to let the candle light warm the room, the smells cleared her mind. Okay… Here we go… she thought, preparing herself. She quickly turned the shower on, and then turned back to face another of her demons. The edges of the mirror slowly started fogging up as she stared at the worthless person in front of her. She didn’t look half bad, though. Her hair was… decent considering the circumstances, and her face was clear and fresh, but she knew what brokenness lied beneath the pounds of make-up that masked her. Underneath all of that cover-up laid a dirty, lying, condescending, good-for-nothing whore. The fog on the mirror started closing in as streaks of black fell down Callie’s perfectly pretty mask. She suppressed a sob as she pulled her shirt over her head and wiped her eyes on the cotton. The air thickened as she stripped of the rest of her clothing and shakily stepped into the shower and sat down. Finally in the warmth of the shower, Callie started to calm. She watched as the hot water rushing over her turned a peachy color as it removed her mask and washed down the drain. Slowly, she started to change. Her fleshy healthy skin was being replaced by patches of all colors. Green and yellow, black and blue… Callie’s eyes drifted from the water flowing down the drain to the yellowing fingers on her wrist. Soon enough they would be black as night and difficult to hide. “Soon enough” everything became difficult to hide. Scars, cuts, bruises, blood… Everything turned out to be a problem in the end, and it was always her fault to begin with. |
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Posted: Nov 30 2012, 10:38 PM
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Time to feed some chickens! Group: Admin Posts: 214 Member No.: 14 Joined: 24-October 11 |
.png) Callie Dylan - 16 // Kirk Dylan - 45 It was quiet… that eerie kind of quiet when you step outside the day before a big storm and everything is still. No birds. No squirrels. No bugs… Just you, the human being too stupid to listen to his animal instinct and pay attention to the gray clouds looming overhead. The television wasn’t blaring. There were no sounds of drilling from the garage or a running motor from the backyard. There was just Callie standing stupidly by the front door, wondering why it was so quiet if her father’s car was still in the driveway. Taking advantage of the quiet, Callie quickly shoved the few pregnancy pamphlets Elaina got for her in her small shoulder bag before her dad could see them. She started to worry as she stepped forward, completely forgetting to avoid the creaky floor board. “CALLIE MARIE DYLAN, YOU GET YOUR SCRAWNY LITTLE ASS IN HERE NOW!!!” No! Callie thought, immediately going into a panic. What did she do? What was he going to do? What would she do? She couldn’t avoid him, that’s one thing she learned. With a deep breath, Callie quickly found the courage to walk into the kitchen. Her dad was leaning against the counter next to yet another empty bottle of whiskey. That was the second one this week. She continued to glance around, looking anywhere but her father until she absolutely had to. After a moment, Callie’s dad turned around and held up a pregnancy test with a small plus on it, and Callie’s stomach dropped. She had completely forgotten. She didn’t even think. That was the pregnancy test she took the other night. “The hell is this?” he asked, his face the epitome of rage. “Who done gone and knocked you up?! I’ll find em an’ knock ther goddamn innards right out uv em!” “I…. I don’t know…” Callie peeped out. “The hell you mean you don’t know?” he snapped. He then reached over and tightly grasped her arm and roughly yanked her closer to him, accidentally knocking the empty whiskey bottle off the counter and shattering it. “I ain’t no moron! Don’ tell me you don’ know who yeh’v been foolin roun’ wit!” he shouted, raising his voice more and more. “I said I don’t know, Daddy,” Callie squeaked out before receiving a good, hard slap to the face. “If yeh don’ tell me who the goddamn daddy is right now, I’ma take the fucking bastard out mahself!” her dad angrily shouted back. Callie felt her stomach drop. He couldn’t! No… He wouldn’t… Would he? She couldn’t let him. No. There was no way she was letting him take away her baby. Without even thinking, Callie suddenly blurted out, “Don’t you DARE touch my baby!” Her father’s face immediately contorted in rage, and Callie let out a sharp yelp as her father threw a punch at her face, sending her straight down to the glass covered floor. One of her eyes already was starting to swell shut, and the other was going blurry with tears. “DON’T YOU FUCKING TALK TO ME WITH NO DAMN DISRESPECT YOU LITTLE LEG SPREADING BITCH!” her father screamed as he clumsily lunged forward. Callie saw him move closer, and scooted back, not daring to take her eye off of him. In his rush to catch her, Callie’s father tripped over his own feet and fell forward, hitting his head hard against the tile floor. Callie flinched, expecting him to tackle her or kick her, but instead stared in amazement at the motionless body before her. Not too sure if he was dead or not, Callie leaned forward to lightly poke him, but winced as a sudden pain shot up her arm and head. She let out a shaky moan and leaned back. She had to get up. She couldn’t stay here. She would just have to fight through the pain. She’s certainly done it before. Letting out another low moan, Callie held her breath and used the cabinets to help herself up. A sudden wave of dizziness washed over her and she stood there. It was all she could do to not vomit right then and there. But she had to move on. She swallowed and took a moment to regain her balance before clumsily stumbling down the hall to her room. Taking her nearly empty school bag, Callie put it on her bed and moved the arm that was hurting and immediately received another jab of sharp pain. With a grimace, she reached over and found a small shard of glass sticking out of her upper arm and plucked it right out. It would bleed, but she had to move on. She couldn't stay here. With her one arm and one eye, Callie dumped out the few contents of her school bag, shoved the first few articles of clothing she could find, and stumbled down to her father’s room. It was around here somewhere… She used to know where he kept his stash of money, but her mind was cloudy. Maybe…. Yes, under the mattress! Slowly gaining control over her equilibrium, Callie kneeled down next to the bed, using it as a support, and stuck her hand under the mattress. She was bound to find something. After a few moments of groping around, Callie found a measly twenty dollar bill and shoved it in her bag. Anything would do, and she needed to get out of there before her father regained consciousness. Letting out a quick sob, Callie turned and ran. She ran right out the front door, blackening eye, bleeding arm, cut clothing and all, and turned down the street. It wasn't until she turned the street corner that she heard the first cry, “Callie? Callie! … CALLIE!!!” |
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Envious "Would you look at those two? They think they're so perfect, being all lovey-dovey," Maeryn grumbled to no one in particular as she took another sip of watered down wine. She had to hand it to Ada, he even had her, Ellias, and Yaavie in mind when helping put forth ideas for the wedding, and it wasn't a wedding without wine. And boy, Maeryn needed it. Really, it was disgusting. Violette had the capability to do absolutely nothing and end up like this. She literally had Nico Katz just fall into her lap and boom! Everything fell into place perfectly. Well, where the hell was Maeryn's prince on a white horse to come and sweep her off her feet? Cause last time she checked he was just a little of a lot on the late side. But Violette? Ooooh, no! Violette already had her man! She was out there dancing with him right now and here Maeryn was drinking away her sorrows and trying not to kill herself at the same time. How lovely. As if Maeryn didn't want a ticket out of the house or anything. As if she liked being teased about becoming an old maid, much less the thought of it. She could care less about security. She just wanted someone to love her, dammit, and so far she's failed miserably at finding just that. At least in the way that she meant the word love. She wanted someone who would jump head first into a pit of venomous snakes if it meant getting her out. Who could be with her and love her and keep her company until she died, because as much as she hated admitting it, her situation now was only temporary. Maybe she did want someone for security reasons after all... Emotional security. Either way, after tonight she would probably never touch another glass of wine again. |
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