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 Posted: Sun Nov 18, 2007 1:22 pm
Heaven Help YouWithrow goes to investigate the compound that's offering her a child. Unfortunately, Dacian finds her.
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Posted: Sun Nov 18, 2007 1:25 pm
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seeingwhenblind Vice Captain
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Posted: Wed Nov 21, 2007 8:18 pm
(Posting here is okay, yes? XD; )
Who did that Icky think he was anyway? He didn't want to play with Elisa? Pah! Maybe Elisa didn't want to play with him either! Perhaps she was merely being nice. You know, Elisa felt sorry for him since no one else would play with him, so she graced him with her presence. Yeah. That was it. Icky should be happy then! He should also be more appreciative! A pretty like Elisa would normally NEVER play with an icky like Icky.
Ha! Stupid Icky!
To top that all off, Icky told her to go entertain herself elsewhere and opened the door! The nerve! Who did Icky think he was? He wasn't her father. Icky was her lazy uncle, who was a naughty naughty boy. He brought strange people to the house as well as destroyed it on the regular basis. It should be Elisa shooing Icky away, not Icky.
Regardless, Elisa was going to make the best of this. So what. She didn't need to have anyone to play with. She could find someway to entertain herself, right?
Yeah. Right. She could entertain herself but having others entertain her was so much more fun though...
Oh well...
Trudging about the compound, Elisa looked left and right for something, anything, to catch her eye. She was just about to go and disregard Ivan's (Icky) request by going home when she noticed a cat.
"Oh! Pretty!" The girl cried out happily. Elisa loved fluffy things, and this cat was certainly fluffy, and it had a tail! Fluffy tail! Fluffy fluffy tail! Oooh!
She toddled herself over to the cat only to see the cat begin to run away. "No! Come back!" Elisa whined, running after the fleeing cat. She had no idea where she was going or where this cat was leading her.
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Posted: Wed Nov 21, 2007 8:51 pm
[[Of course! I gave you permission 3nodding ]]
It was leading her, alright. To certain doom.
Within the confines of her apartment, Withrow sheltered a plethora of cats. She used to own a house before she settled in here, and they over-ran that too. At least it didn't look as if it was bursting at the seams with them. Now that the transfer had occurred, a lot more of them had moved their business to the outside so they weren't lying on top of one another, periodically rotating in some sort of silent feline system. Their owner wasn't worried at all, though. She treated them well, and took good care of them. Come time for each of their meals, they'd all be back.
That was likely where the fluffy cat was going now. It scampered over rocks and twigs, heedless of the attention being paid to it by the child or her pleas for it to stick around. Upon the porch before the apartment buildings, Withrow sat in a rocker that she had likely conned the good people funding her stay here to bring in. Her fingers worked tirelessly but blindly upon a small bit of knitted cloth. A sock? A scarf? Who knew- it wasn't nearly finished yet, but it was getting there.
The cat would scamper up the side of the rocker and right into her lap, mewling a complaint that likely suggested she get off her duff and get it something to eat. The old woman merely lifted her knitting a bit and reached down to stroke its soft fur, murmuring incoherently. She probably heard Elisa coming. Or smelled her, either one. However, she made no move to acknowledge her, simply returning to her knitting for the time being.
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seeingwhenblind Vice Captain
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Posted: Sat Nov 24, 2007 8:37 am
Coming to a stop, Elisa tilted her head to the side and peered at the woman in the rocker. Who was she? She never met her before, which didn't mean much. Elisa hadn't met quite a few people on the compound, but that didn't mean she never heard of them. Cat lady? She never heard anything about a cat lady. You would think that people would talk about such a thing.
Oh well. Elisa didn't have to know this woman. She just wanted to know her cats. Yes. Fluffy cats.
"Come here, kitty," Elisa practically shouted, making frantic beckoning gestures. "We play~!"
There. That should get the cats attention. It usually got Mr. Foofoo's at which he would get up and run away. Then the fun would begin.
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Posted: Tue Jan 01, 2008 11:25 am
That seemed to be the trigger for the old woman, for suddenly she was whipping her head in Elisa's direction. It should have been enough to crack her old neck, but there was not even so much as a creak from Withrow's old bones. There was, however, a ragged sort of noise from her throat which we can refer to as a voice.
"Stop all that noise! Noise is the Devil's small chaos. Are you the Devil's child, girl?" She reproached the girl, one hand reaching out to hold the cat in place as it made to stand.
"Who are you? Come closer!" She barked, narrowing her blurry eyes at the form that she could barely make out.
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seeingwhenblind Vice Captain
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Posted: Sun Jan 13, 2008 6:57 pm
Oh no! What had she done? Had Elisa broken this old woman? But what did she do? All she wanted to do was play with the kitty. The old lady was too old to play it. Why did she hog it? She’s old! Old, indeed. She was really old. Really really. Probably older than Grand Mama herself, and Grand Mama was ancient. The lady wasn't even a Pretty. She probably wouldn't even be a Pretty if she were younger.
How upsetting...
Puffing up her chest, the toddler made her way over to the woman. Sure, Evie told her to never talk to strangers, but she had kitties.
Kitties made everything better.
"Elisa!" The girl replied sternly, pointing to herself. "Why you hog kitties!"
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Posted: Sat Jan 26, 2008 11:51 am
Withrow couldn't see the proud display, but she sniffed as she heard the girl coming closer. Her knitting was set in her lap for now, one hand now reaching out to stroke at her cane thoughtfully. Just as planned. Now if she didn't like the girl, she was likely within threatening distance.
"These are my cats," She told the toddler, her hideously cracked lips curling back in an intimidating show of her little bared teeth. The upper half was hers, at least. "They are righteous cats, far too good for dirty little girls. Why do you think you should get to taint them?"
She hissed, curling her arm around her cat even though it was mewling and pawing to be free.
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seeingwhenblind Vice Captain
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Posted: Sat May 24, 2008 6:12 pm
Dirty? Dirty! Did this icky old woman call Elisa dirty? Elisa?! The nerve! The audacity! She was a Pretty! A Pretty! Pretties weren't dirty! Pretties couldn't possibly understand what it meant to be dirty, and yet this old woman called her dirty. It was...unbelievable, so unbelievable that Elisa almost couldn't believe she even heard those words escape that woman’s mouth, much less about her. This disbelief was basically mirrored on the small girl’s face for her mouth hung low and her brows were furrowed in contempt.
"ELISA IS NOT DIRTY!" The small girl screeched with a stamp of her foot. She didn't care that she wasn't being respectful at this moment since ladies must always respect their elders, but this old hag insulted her. She said the worst thing possible to her. She called her dirty...Compared her to Icky. That was just...inexcusable.
Placing her hands on her hips, Elisa pouted her lower lip and gave the old woman a glare.
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Posted: Sat May 24, 2008 8:12 pm
"Don't you take that tone with me, girl," Snapped the aforementioned old woman, "Or so help me God, you'll be gettin' the whippin' your parents never gave you!"
She pulled her cat closer, ignoring the knitting for now.
"I can smell the earth on you, child. You can't fool me! Now, what are you doing over here, hm? You live in one of these buildings?"
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seeingwhenblind Vice Captain
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Posted: Sat May 24, 2008 8:43 pm
What? What?! Was this woman implying that Elisa smelled? Not only did she call her dirty, but she said she smelled! What was the world coming too? Was today opposite day, or maybe this woman merely smelled her own bad attitude. Either way, Elisa did not like this woman. She did not like this woman at all.
"Maybe Elisa does...and maybe Elisa doesn't," the girl replied with an air of mockery. Of course, Elisa lived in one of those buildings, but she wouldn't come out and say she did. "Maybe Elisa is just lost. Maybe kitty brought Elisa to her new home."
Despite this old woman, it couldn’t be too bad with all the fluffies living around here. Or maybe she was just being delusional.
Most likely.
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Posted: Wed Dec 30, 2009 7:15 am
The old crone was not amused. Not one bit. She leaned over her rocker somewhat, slowly, toward Elisa, and the closer she came, the wider her eyes seemed to get. Those milky blue orbs, coated over with the film of age, stared at the little girl with what seemed like the weight of decades of collected hate. For a while, Withrow did not say anything, just stared, her nostrils flaring slowly in the bone notch of her nose.
Then, the flaps of skin that hung around her small mouth trembled, peeling lips back over tiny teeth as she spoke. "You want to come live with me, Elisa? Well, lucky for you, I wouldn't have a filthy little ginger in my house if she begged. You're a foul child. You'll grow up and be a foul adult. Now get off my porch. Get!" She snarled, sitting up righteously straight "I'm getting my cane!"
The cat in her lap yowled piteously as one boney hand clenched hard in its fur, beginning to scrabble. Withrow got a horribly good idea for an alternative to getting said cane. Far quicker than any woman her age should be able, she flung the frightened cat in what she perceived into Elisa's direction. All sixteen claws of it.
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seeingwhenblind Vice Captain
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Posted: Wed Dec 30, 2009 7:47 am
It all happened so fast.
Elisa had expected a reaction similar to the one was receiving, but she never would have guessed it would come to a Fluffy being catapulted at her face. She never would have thought that, nor would she have followed the Fluffy to this despicable woman in the first place. Had she known this would the sequence of events, she would have just cried and cried until Icky finally just let her stay home. This was his fault after all! It was always his fault, and now she was going to have a scratched up face due to a pretty little Fluffy. At least that would get Icky in trouble with mommy.
That works out.
Though much to the little girl's relief, her reflexes got the best of her, and she ducked from the cat just in time. The cat landed only a few inches away from her and scampered into a nearby shrub.
Eyes wide, Elisa gathered herself together and darted down the path she came from. Never again would she follow a fluffy here! She was insulted, assaulted, and the old lady was just plain rude!
She parted with the follow words, "YOU SMELL WORSE THAN ICKY!"
That let her have it.
But she did. She was mean too! Who could have her for a mommy...? Elisa did not want to find out.
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Posted: Wed Dec 30, 2009 8:00 am
Withrow had no idea what the girl meant by such a comment, but she really didn't care, either. The sound of dashing and stumbling in a direction that was away from her was pleasing, and she cackled cruelly beneath her breath.
Soon, though, she rocked back on her heels, sniffing the air for any sign of where her cat might have gotten off to. No matter. Come dinner time, it'd be back like all the rest. Methodically, she felt around her knitting for the end and began again, grumbling to herself as she did. No, the child she would receive was going to be an angel, not like that horrible, filthy girl. She just had to be patient.
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Posted: Wed Dec 30, 2009 8:01 am
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