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 Posted: Wed Jun 22, 2005 6:51 am
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Posted: Wed Jun 22, 2005 6:53 am
[short RP between angie and cyrus, which, of course, was also eaten. quick recap: they wake up in a hotel room together and quickly flee. >>;]
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Posted: Wed Jun 22, 2005 7:02 am
[RP -- I would dig up the page it started so I could have something to link to, but alas, I have no such patience~
....... now that I think of it, I should've posted these in the mule. SEE? NO PATIENCE.]
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Posted: Wed Jun 22, 2005 7:04 am
[ Message temporarily off-line ]
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Posted: Wed Jun 22, 2005 7:05 am
Black Duvet It felt good to be back. The sounds, the lights, the smells -- she missed them all. .. well, maybe not the smells. They were still weird. At least she had someone to share her pain now, though. "Come on, Kokoro!"
The Ieldi looked up from the snack counter, where many sugary things lay underneath a glass counter. "Hi!" He said and skittered off towards Angie.
"Let's sit down," she said, and lead the boy to a bench. "Just until Cere gets here, and then you can go play in the arcade with Lethe, alright?"
Kokoro stared blankly, but nodded nonetheless, kicking his legs while he waited. Cerena "I WISH I WAS AN OSCAR MEYER WEINERRRR~" Came the mating cry of a -- oh, wait. Cerena was currently humming at the top of her lungs, ensuring a five-foot berth at all times around her and her.. charges. You could hear her coming from a block away, and those who had nothing better to do immediately fled, while the rest of the saner population continued, in all of their sagely wisdom, to not even notice. Lethe sighed but endured the noise anyway, clinging to her guardian's arm as she carefully toddled down the sidewalk. Her other companion, on the other hand, felt quite comfortable singing along with Cerena, skipping, tripping, and getting back up to do it all over again. The young Fa'e wasn't quite sure what this feeling of wanting to run away and pretend not to know these people was, but nevertheless she felt quite relieved when she caught sight of Angie and Kokoro. " Koru!" She called out, letting go of Cerena and quickly making her way as fast as she could over to the Ieldi, letting herself lose her balance and fall down only when she reached the pair. She then promptly scooted beneath the table and eyed Cerena and Circe warily through the chair legs of Kokoro's seat. Black Duvet Angie perked up as soon as she heard the song. "That's Cere," she said cheerfully, standing up and running to meet her.
"Leetie!" Kokoro cried, reaching out to grab her.. but she fell before he could. He blinked and peered beneath the table, tilting his head confusedly. "Leetie play fire drill?" He asked, frowning in confusion. "Koko play, too!" With that, he slid off his seat and scrambled beneath it, grinning proudly at his friend. He didn't even seem to notice that she had grown last he saw her.
Meanwhile, "Cere! I've been waiting to talk to you.. who's this?" Angie blinked, looking down at Circe confusedly. "Let's sit down and we can talk.. I have some coins so the kids can play inside.. and us, too," she said, with a little laugh. She turned to talk back to the table, but stopped mid-step. "OH MY GOD!" Angie cried. "THEY RAN AWAY! CERE, WHAT DO WE DO!?"
Kokoro blinked confusedly at the sound of his mother screeching. "Peekaboo!" He said cheerfully, popping his head out from underneath his seat and grinning at her. Cerena "Huh?" Cerena only appeared to have heard the 'playing games' part. "Really?! Where?! I want a llama can we play the llama game and win llamas?!" She looked around frantically for said llamas and briefly thought of sueing the arcade for emotional damages when she didn't find any. " Lethe play Cere-drill." The young girl informed her feather companion solemnly. " There they are!" Circe said excitedly, gesturing dramatically to the pair beneath the table. " I win," He quickly added with the beginnings of a smirk on his lips. Black Duvet "Cere-drill?" Kokoro repeated slowly, traces of confusion starting to surface in his expression. "Koko never hear of Cere-drill. Cere-drill secret name for Fire Drill?"
He looked up when Circe 'found' them, mouth twisting into a frown. Couldn't the feather-boy see that Leetie and him were playing a private game together..
.....
Pretty feathers..
Angie looked confusedly at Cere for a moment, but was effectively distracted by Circe's gesturing. "Thank goodness!" She breathed, kneeling down next to the chair to pull an out-of-sorts Kokoro out from underneath it. "Thank you, uhm.. I don't think I caught your name.."
The hummingbird boy began to squirm in Angie's hold, trying to get to Pretty Feathers. "Escalator! ESCALATOR!" Cerena " Circe!" The young boy declared, tailfeathers puffing out proudly. " The magne..ni...fifi..licent." He peered critically at the feathered boy held in Angie's arms and decided that he was prettier than three of these boys together. Lethe let out an almost inaudible huff, indignant at having her moment with Kokoro interrupted, and remained beneath the table. "Well, the Beneath-the-Table game is not fun..." Cerena decided. "So why don't you kids run off and put the shinies in the thingies to play the flashies while Angie and I have a grown-up conversation?" She seemed proud of this somehow. Black Duvet "Aren't you cute," Angie cooed, letting a smile slip out. "It's a pleasure to meet you, Circe."
Kokoro frowned and tried to make sense of his name. "Sirse?"
"... yes," she said forcedly, kneeling down so that Kokoro could climb off her back. "We'll talk like nice grown-up people who pay bills and drive big cars and stuff while you three go play games and do stuff that kids do. Even though we're not much older than 'kid!'" She said indignantly, then begun to shake her fist at her sister. "Damn you, Cere! You've labelled us for life! Liiiiiife! And unless you have a bottle of nail-polish remover, those things won't come off easy!.."
Kokoro calmly stepped off his guardian's back while she threw a tantrum and raised his head to Circe, beaming. "Name.. is.. Kokoro," he said slowly, stringing together the words that he had learned. "You.. Sirse?" He said, once again becoming distracted by the other boy's tailfeathers.
They were staring at him.
"... Sirse tail not polite," he mumbled, eyes widening as he staaared back. [reserved for guild rp]
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Posted: Wed Jun 22, 2005 7:19 am
Oh no. Oh no no no no no. She didn't need this. Nope. She could tell already, and..
There was no baby.
This was, of course, ignoring the fact that she had been feeling a bit sick lately, that she was paranoid that she was getting pudgy (her mediocre excuse: damn you, twinkies), and she had been getting cravings for the weirdest food items and combinations. Her latest obsession? Ice cream with strawberries and pickles. And soup crackers, if she could manage to snag any from the little bars in the grocery stores.
Of course, all that 'evidence' didn't matter because SHE WAS NOT PREGNANT.
Angie held the box in her hand and sighed, tilting it over and reading the back. Absolutely foolproof. There was no room for error. .. damned pregnancy tests. She didn't need those either, because --
Well, maybe she was. Maybe. She just needed it to.. confirm her denials.
...
Okay, get up. No, get up. Don't flop over, I know you can hear me. GET UP, YOU BUM. OPEN BOX. OPEN IT.
But it's such a pretty box, she whined to the voice in her head, rolling over on the couch and narrowly avoiding falling off of it. I'd rip it up if I opened it..
I SAID OPEN IT. Angie sat bolt-upright and quivered slightly. Damned voices, scaring her like that. She'd get them eventually, she would. Eventually. Until then, she would prove all those damned voices wrong and show them that SHE WAS NOT PREGNANT. Oh yes.
She bit her lip and closed the bathroom door behind her, pregnancy test in hand.
...
A few moments later, a scream and a thunk were heard from the bathroom's general direction. Angie emerged, looking shook up, and flopped on the couch again, staring wide-eyed at the ceiling. Pretty pretty ceiling never betrayed her..
That wasn't so hard, was it?
Yes it was, she grumped at the voice, yes it was. It was hard getting the test to smash right. Of course, she'd have to clean it up later but now she didn't feeeeeeeel like it and oh god and pretty ceiling and..
Okay, now to list all the people she slept with recently. She brought up her hand to count on her fingers and took a deep breath, then started with her index finger. "Cyrus.."
She faltered, failing to come up with any other names.
Dammit. Dammit dammit dammit. Maybe aliens did it. Yes it was the aliens. No it wasn't. It was Cy. DAMN HIM AND HIS BEER. DAMN ALL HIS BEER. But there isn't any beer left to damn, because YOU DRANK IT ALL. NO I DIDN'T. YES YOU DID.
She sat up, took off her shoe, and threw it at the wall hard, making a nice dent before curling up again into a safety ball and pretending to ignore The Voice.
Crap.
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Posted: Wed Jun 29, 2005 12:15 am
Jiora Another day at the arcade, another hoarde of teenagers wasting their quarters in video games that most of them would never win. Cyrus was holed up in one corner of the back room taking out the stress from the day on perfectly innocent pixels.
He paused and squinted at the game screen - was it just him, or had Lu Xun gotten blurry? Maybe he should pick up some eyedrops on the way home.. Black Duvet Enter angry lady.
.. Well, she wasn't exactly angry. It was a sort of.. scared.. angry.. freaked out.. killhimnow.. hungry feeling. But it wasn't good. And it made her feel like she was going to puke, or something. But she couldn't puke until he had found him -- at least, she would have to hold it back until she found him and then she could puke on his shoes. That would show him to get her... uh.. pregnant!
Wait, no. Ew.
Angie scanned the arcade quickly from the entrance and stepped further inside, weaving through the games as she kept looking. She was a huntress looking for her prey, so she could yell at him, then kick him around a bit, and then leave, or something. Or maybe she just needed to get that stupid feeling out of the pit of her stomach. Damned aliens.
She froze when she saw a familiar purple mess of a hairdo, and skidded to a stop a few feet away, wondering what to do now.
Impulsively, she knelt over to unlace one of her boots. Jiora Ignorance is a beautiful thing, really. No one ever wants to know when someone's bent on causing them discomfort - especially if that someone happens to be an angry, pregnant woman. So Cy, happily oblivious, played on, tail wagging as he advanced through the scenario. This had to be the furthest he'd gotten yet! Maybe he'd even make a highscore this time. Black Duvet Angie was successful in unlacing one of her boots, and slipped it off her foot, looking up at Cyrus again. .. it would be so easy to nail him right then and there, but that would be Bad, and she wasn't going to stoop to his level of.. Badness.. and beer. Beer and Bad went together very well, because, of course, they had the same first letter -- 'B'. She hesitated, eyes wandering as she thought of other things that started with B, including a nice insulting noun she could call him. Or not. Because that would be Bad.
She looked at the boot in her hand and sort of shrunk down against the machine she was hiding behind. It was kind of her fault that she got pregnant -- nobody forced her to drink the beer (I think), nobody told her not to get sloshed (I think), nobody forced her to get into Bed with.. with..
........... ew.
Damned voices. Damned voices. They all disappeared when she needed them the most. But no, she didn't need them, she could handle this fine on her own after all she was going to be a mother but SHE WAS GOING TO BE A MOTHER AAH SHE WASN'T OLD ENOUGH WHAT IF SOMETHING WENT WRONG WHAT IF --
Angie slapped herself and took a deep breath.
"Cyrus," she called hoarsely, then paused. That wouldn't work. She swallowed hard, took a deep breath, and stood up, stepping out from behind the machine she had hidden herself behind. "... Cy!"
One Boot dangled by its lace, still clutched in the girl's hand. Angie was wearing black socks today -- if she didn't mismatch them in her rush, anyway. Jiora Cyrus flicked an ear and leaned closer to the game - had he heard something? Maybe it was... Oh! Just a bit more..and...!
..oh. There was someone talking to him. He glanced around briefly and started to turn back to the game, the beginning of an annoyed dismissal already on his lips. But hey! That was..! "Angie?"
He turned around again, forgetting the game, and peered curiously at her. She seemed...off somehow. ...and why was she wearing one shoe? "You okay, Angie..? I haven't seen you in a while. ...what's with the shoe?" Black Duvet She blinked and stared at him, looking akin to a deer in a car's headlights. How to do this? Get cranky? Start crying? Be casual about it? 'Oh, don't worry about it, it happens every other day at least~'
.. er. No.
She scratched her nose and took a deep breath, looking back up with a fake grin plastered on her face. "Guess what, Cy?"
Thiswasnotgoingtobegood. Jiora He tilted his head curiously and leaned back against the game a bit, half-wondering if she'd been planning on throwing the shoe at someone. It seemed like something she might do.
Oh! And she didn't look very angry or upset at all! Grins were always a good sign, after all. Still a bit off...but maybe she was just excited about something? "Um..." He scratched at an ear. "Something about Kokoro...?" Black Duvet Oh crap, he was wrong. It was hard to keep deathglaring him in her head when he was so blatantly clueless. (At least he hadn't noticed she was getting fat. But she wasn't fat, she was PREGNANT.)
Okay, okay. Now she actually had to say it. This was way too hard.. And she couldn't just run away now without him popping up later and going 'WHAZZWRONG!?!?!' in that.. stupidly.. stupid clueless way of his. Instead, she swung the boot irritatedly and mumbled something.
There. Um, yeah. That would work. Jiora Cyrus blinked and leaned closer, one ear flopping forward curiously. "What? It's kinda hard to hear you when you mumble like that." ...unless she'd somehow glued her mouth shut. But that couldn't be it, because she'd just said his name a few minutes ago, and she'd sounded fine then. ..so what was wrong?
She was looking irritated again. Maybe he should run. Black Duvet "I said you got me pregnant, you idiot!"
Angie huffed, glaaaaaaring at him now. It was much funner to actually glare at him than pretend she was. And now here was yet another scenario of 'what the ******** to do now, idiot.' She loved this game, yes she did. Not thinking about anything la la la la la la la I CAN'T HEAR YOU..
She paused, then slipped her bare foot back into the boot and started to lace it back up. That was all she came here to say, really.. Jiora ...
.....
........wait. What?
Cyrus staaaaared at Angie, a suddenly very tense smile twitching to maintain itself on his face. That was some weird joke, right? Though she didn't look like she was joking... But... She was just confused. That was it. She'd probably just...something...and now she thought she was pregnant. Of course! So there wasn't really anything to worry about.
He did a fairly decent job of ignoring the people glancing their way - aside from the way his ears flicked towards the fits of curious murmuring, anyway - and shook his head at Angie. "I think you're just confused, Ang. You probably just...got sick or something." Black Duvet "I'm not sick," she whined, shaking her head as she stood up again. "I'm not confused. I wasn't feeling well, so I.. took a test.."
Angie sighed and hugged herself, looking down at the floor. "And it came up positive and.. I kinda broke it and the aliens.. and all the.." She shook her head, trying to clear her thoughts of the mumble-jumble.
"And it.. it's possible, too," she continued, bewildered. "You know.. That one morning.. er.. yeah." Pause. Shouldn't she be angrier? "And it's.. kinda.. partly.. your fault, you big.. mean.. person!" She stuttered, then shook her fist at him. Well, she was getting somewhere. "You and your stupid aliens!" Jiora He managed to gloss over the mention of a test in his mind - for a few minutes at least. Maybe she meant a written test. ..though he wasn't sure how one would go about breaking a written test. And...aliens? Wut? Best not to question that part, he supposed.
..it was possible, wasn't it? But she couldn't really be.. Not really. And just because something was possible didn't make it true either, right?!
"What aliens?! And..and....it probably wasn't even me! I don't remember anything like...like doing that!" Black Duvet "What, you think I sleep around or something?!" She wailed, pounding her fists on the machine she was standing next to. "I mean, come on! There's nobody else that I remember.. waking up next to!"
She paused, quivering slightly, then banged her head on the machine. That felt better than trying to talk to him, at least. Jiora "Well see?! I don't remember doing anything, so maybe you wouldn't remember someone else! That's possible too!" he cried, pointing at her for reasons he couldn't quite fathom. ...it seemed the thing to do at the time. It couldn't possibly be his fault at all, after all. Black Duvet "Well, excuse me, but do you remember seeing any other guys guzzling beer in that scene!?" She wailed, bringing forth a few stares from the people around them. She stared at his finger for a minute, her eyes widening. "Aaaagh! Don't point at me! You'll do it again!" Jiora "Well maybe you got drunk some other time...or...something!" Hah! That'd show her! ...somehow. It really would. He was quite sure of it in his panicked little mind. "And pointing doesn't do anything like that! ...if you're talking about the same thing I am..." Black Duvet "I think I would remember if I got drunk before!" She hissed, shaking her head. ... not like she would be able to remember it. Er. At the very least, she didn't remember having a hangover before?
"Oh, but of course it does," Angie continued, wringing her hands. "You point and SOMEONE RANDOMLY GETS PREGNANT. DUH," she deadpanned. "How else, huh!? How else?!" Jiora "But you don't remember things when you're drunk, so how could you remember if you were or not?!" By now, Cyrus was beginning to edge towards the door as casually as possible. However this was going to turn out, he was sure he didn't want to be around for the end of it. ...especially with that crowd there. Did they all have to stare like that?
...wait. "..pointing doesn't have anything to do with that! You're just crazy. I bet you really are just confused after all." Honestly! Scaring him like that. Black Duvet "Just crazy?"
Oh, he dunnit now. Even if it was true (and it probably was.. not everyone heard voices, apperantly), that was still a mean thing to say. Mean meanie.
"Well, what do you WANT me to do?!" She fumed, storming back up to him and jabbing him in the chest. "Piss on a stick for you!? Or maybe we'll just wait until the kid comes and you'll be all like 'OH s**t YOU WERE RIGHT!' And then all your little girlfriends'll find out and you'll get it even worse than if you just SUCK IT UP AND BELIEVE ME! Or.. or something!.."
She paused to breathe again, and begun to pummel his stomach as hard as she could. Which wasn't too impressive, since she possessed all the strength of a small chipmunk (as well as its attention span). Jiora "No I won't 'cause you're....! ..." Wait. ...the mention of the stick caught his attention - albeit belatedly. ...that sounded decidedly less crazy - and correct. ...maybe she really was right about all this. And she really didn't seem the sort to l-
...was she hitting him? "...could you stop that, maybe?" At least it didn't really hurt. Black Duvet Angie frowned when he asked her to stop, and punched him one last time before folding her arms and turning away from him. Fine. No baby for him.
".. I'm not kidding, you know." She mumbled. Jiora Cyrus frowned at his stomach when she finally turned away, rubbing it absently. "Yeah... I kinda figured that out..."
He leaned against the wall and rubbed the side of his face with one hand, staring blankly at a spot somewhere in front of him. This... This was real then. This was real, and he was going to have to deal with this. ...well there went all his hope of saving for his own place.
"...do you happen to have any rope on you?" Black Duvet "Rope?" She blinked. "Uhhh... I'm afraid I don't. I might have some string in my pockets, though.. Why do you ask?" Jiora "No...I don't think string will do," he mumbled. He stared at the ceiling for a few long minutes, essentially ignoring her question. "You're really sure about this, aren't you? ...what do we do?" Black Duvet ".. I dunno.." She wrapped her arms around herself. ".. take care of the kid, of course. I guess I'll need somewhere to live outside Salbasi, too. I can take care of that myself, I think.." She paused. "... you just make sure your fangirls don't kill you if they find out.." Jiora Cyrus slid down the wall - for some reason his legs had decided to take the rest of the day off. "Well...I could see about you staying with me, I guess.. There's plenty of rooms." He wasn't quite sure how K would take the situation, but he was fairly certain he could talk him into it.
...and the girls. The girls. Well..just... ...********. "They'd have to find out. Bronnie..." he whined, resting his forehead on his knees and covering the back of his head with his hands.
Maybe he'd wake up in a few minutes. Black Duvet "Oh.. that wouldn't be too bad, I think. At least the kid would be able to see both of us." She turned around again. And looked down.
"Uh.. are you okay?" She knelt down and blinked. ".. sucks not having voices, doesn't it?" Okay, now she was just being kind of mean. "I can go with you, if you want. To tell them. It might take some of the pressure of you." Jiora He mumbled something that might've been a response. ...but it really just sounded like a vague sound of recognition. And what was that about voices? Somewhere in the back of his mind he wasn't surprised that she had them, though he wasn't really sure they'd be any help to him right now if he did have them.
"Not sure that'd be a good idea... Rhi..." ..well Rhi might kill her, and, now that he thought of it, he wasn't sure what Bronnie's reaction would be. It might be safer for Angie to stay away from that one too... "...maybe a rope really is a good idea," he mumbled. Black Duvet "Noooooo," she whined, poking his forehead. "No rope for you. Things'll look up, just now we have to get past a bump. On the highway of life," she trailed off, confusing herself. "Wait, I don't have a car.."
She shook her head after a moment. "Nevermind that. Still, it really can't get any worse. You'll feel better once you've had time to think about it. .. I think." She scratched her head. ".. do you want to go someplace else? I .. don't think this is the best place for conversation," she said, casting a glare to the people behind her who were listening in. There was a sudden shuffle of people going awaaaaaay from Angie. Jiora Cyrus looked up just enough to get a good view of her, ears pinned back a bit. He glanced around at the small crowd that'd gathered as they shuffled away, suddenly feeling rather queasy. They'd all just seen all...that. He didn't think he liked the thought of that. "Somewhere else sounds like a good idea.. ...like where?" Black Duvet "I dunno. We can just go walking or something. I think there's a park nearby.." She shrugged and stood up, smoothing her skirt out. "We can look at lots of pretty trees AND NO ROPE," she warned, hmphing. .. not like they'd randomly find some or anything. Jiora He sighed and started to stand, brushing bits of dust and such from his pants, though he did pause to half-heartedly make a face at her when she mentioned the rope. ...it really was a feeble attempt. Nice a thought as the rope was, he was pretty sure he wasn't serious. ...almost sure. "Alright then.. Lead the way." Black Duvet "Alright. But once we leave this place, no more frowning!" She grabbed his sleeve and pulled him out the door, shoving him onto the sidewalk, then opened the door to the arcade again. "YOU ALL SUCK!" She yelled to the people inside, then slammed the door. Her perkiness returning from god knows where, she begun to skip down the sidewalk and hum. "Follow the yellow brick road~"
And yes, she was starting to scare herself. Jiora Cyrus blinked...and frowned at her just to be contrary. As if there were anything to smile about right now.
..and..urgh... He'd never be able to show his face in the arcade again, apparently. Not without a great deal of whispering anyway. He grumbled and rubbed the side of his face again, trailing along behind Angie and watching her with a thoughtful look. ...she was just like a little kid, really.
...gods. And they were going to be parents. Black Duvet If Angie noticed he was still not Happy, she didn't show it. She simply continued skipping down the road, humming random songs that popped into her mind.
She blinked when she heard a cat meow and looked up. A tabby cat was sitting in a tree, meowling.. very loudly. "Hey, look Cy! A tree! And a kitty! A kitty tree!" She squealed, and put one hand on the trunk of the tree. After a moment, she was trying to climb up, and.. failing miserably. There weren't really any branches to grab in her reach. She turned back after a few more moments, frowning and rubbing her hands, which looked a bit red.
She looked back up at the cat, then at Cy. "Think we should call the fire department or something?" She paused. "But why do firemen save kitties from trees? Will the trees spontaneously combust if the kitties sit in them too long? Ooooh, let's wait and find out!" Of course, this plan was ruined since the cat jumped down on Angie's shoulders then to the ground. She blinked confusedly and looked around and the cat made a quick getaway to .. wherever it was going.
Well that wasn't any fun. Jiora Cyrus looked up from his fit of angst-filled thought and eyed the cat hesitantly. It was probably the dumb thing's own fault for climbing the tree in the first place... "I think firemen save them because they have ladders, is all." He tilted an ear at the cat as it ran off, just a bit amused by the way it'd ruined Angie's plan. "I don't think it would've exploded or anything anyway, Ang." Black Duvet "Well couldn't anyone be a fireman, then, if they had a stupid ladder?" She blinked, not quite grasping his point. "And all the ladder people could do the kitty stuff while the firemen fight fires, but.. what if it gets mixed up and the firemen save the kitties and the ladder people fight fires? ... ooooh, that would be baaaaaaaad.." Angie trailed off, eyes widening.
".. And how would you know they don't explode? Have you actually sat under a tree with a cat in it and seen it.. not explode!?" She wailed, flailing her arms for effect. "It could happen! Kaboom! Kaboom!" Black Duvet "Well yeah, but you don't know how long that cat'd been up there, do you?" She whined. "It could've happened." She folded her arms stubbornly.
Silence. "And I'm not crazy," she said firmly, then skipped off down the sidewalk again. Jiora "Have you ever heard of it happening though?" He grinned half-heartedly at her, toying with the idea of sticking his tongue out at her just for good measure. Of course, then she had to go skipping off again, so he simply resumed wandering along after her.
"...and I didn't say you were." Black Duvet "But you were thinking it," Angie said confidently, still skipping. ".. I think." She stopped and turned around to look at him. "Am I crazy?" She asked, scratching her head. ... did it really matter, anyway? Jiora Cyrus rolled his eyes, sticking his tongue out while she had her back turned. ...though it didn't seem as effective since she couldn't see it. He'd have to wait for another oppurtunity later.
..hm. Was she crazy? ... "It doesn't really matter, does it? You're still fun and stuff." Black Duvet "Guess not." She paused, then shrugged awkwardly.
Pause.
"IT'S A LOVELY DAY, ISN'T IT?" Angie announced rather loudly, scaring off some of the nearby birds. Jiora Wince. How unexpected.
He wasn't sure why she'd felt the need to announce that so loudly. Maybe it was some crazy sort of denial - he certainly didn't think it was all that lovely a day, after all. ...though he had to admit the weather was nice. Still... "If you ignore the situation, yeah." Black Duvet "Situation?" She blinked, still grinning stupidly. "What situation? I -- oh. Right. Nevermind."
She thought for a moment. "..THERE IS NO SITUATION," she said finally, turning her back to him and folding her arms. "IT IS ALL PART OF YOUR MIND. YOU ARE, UH, STUCK IN THE MATRIX." What she would give for a pair of spiffy sunglasses right now. Jiora "...yes there is." Cyrus paused a moment, tilting his head to one side. "..and if there isn't, I'll... ....I'll... ...be very angry," he finished lamely. So what if he wasn't quite sure how he'd react if this were all a big joke! Suffice to say it would be most unpleasant, whatever it was. Black Duvet "Oh." Pause. "Kay," she said simply, continuing the trek to.. wherever they were trying to go.
"I don't think we should get too upset by all of it, though," Angie said, trailing her hand against a bar fence as she walked by it. Ooooh. "I mean, we'll figure something out, right? And then everything should be okay." Hopefully. Jiora Cyrus stuffed his hands into his pockets and slouched just a bit, assuming the classic 'emofull teenager' pose. "It's not exactly coming at the best time though, y'know. I mean...I'm staying at someone else's place, and...there's just a lot of other stuff I'm dealing with too. It's...shocking." Black Duvet "Oh." Pause. "Whoops." And where did we see that before?
She sighed. "Still, don't dwell on it too too much. That's not good. And then.. then you'll fall into a deep, dark pit of.. misery.. and stupidity, too, I guess, 'cause you fell in in the first place.." She tapped her temple. "And it has no bottom," she added on for good measure. She grinned, proud of herself .. for whatever reason. Best not to ask. Jiora "Not like it's your fault." No, really. He was the one who'd brought the alcohol in the first place!
He grumbled a bit and flicked an ear in her direction, wondering whether he should try to make sense of everything she'd just said. ...somehow the thought of his pit of misery having no bottom wasn't very uplifting - he was fairly certain he'd already done a good job of falling in headfirst. "If you say so." Black Duvet "Well, it was, kinda," she said, shrugging slightly. "I mean, it's not like you shoved it down my throat.. ... I think."
She shook her head to clear herself of that train of thought and continued walking. "Yup, I say so," she said.
Okay, now what? ... ooh, a squirrel. Jiora "If I hadn't brought it though..." He trailed off, watching a spot off in the distance with a rather bland look. "..I think I'm gonna head back now. I need to go think, y'know?" He glanced her way again, ears perking forward quizzically. "Unless you still wanted to talk..?" Black Duvet "Oh.. no, it's fine. See you later." She paused. "And don't you fall into that black pit of doom, you hear?" Jiora "Uh-huh," he mumbled. He'd at least try not too - it wasn't as though laying around as a giant ball of mope was high on his list of things to do. "I'll see you later than. Seeya." He waved once before turning to trudge back home.
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Posted: Wed Jun 29, 2005 12:29 am
Angie stared at the payphone, mind racing through ideas. Maybe she could try feigning a man.. but that wouldn't really work, since men don't really get pregnant. She could talk really fast and then hang up.. but then she'd just call her back and ask her what the hell she'd been doing recently. Or, best yet, she could just not call. But then she'd be screwed. Or something along those lines.
She sighed and tapped a few of the buttons on the phone, bringing the receiver to her ear and listening to the dull sound of the ring with a feeling of dread. She didn't know how she would react to the news, but.. it probably wouldn't be good. At all. While she considered the benifits of running away and joining the circus, someone on the other line picked up the phone.
"Hello?"
She froze.
".. hello?" They said again, sounding slightly annoyed. Angie started to stammer, trying to find her train of thought again. It probably ran off the tracks and into the river. Damn train. "Uh.. I.. hi.. um.. is Chyre there?"
"Chyre? Hold on." There was a pause, and then she heard the person pick up the phone again. "I think she's sleeping. Can you call back?"
"No," she whined, twisting the cord around her finger. Aren't monks supposed to be more polite? "It's really important.. could you please get her on the line? Tell her it's Angie."
A dramatic sigh. "Fine," the person said, his tone of annoyance returning. There was a click as the receiver was set down, and she breathed again. Well, that wasn't so bad, even if the guy was a little rude. She hoped that he was a pool-boy or something at the monestary. Or something. Do monestaries come with pools? Angie squinted, trying to imagine a priest in a pair of trunks, when her train of thought went crashing again as a voice came through from the other line. "Hello?"
"It's.. uh.. Angie," she stuttered, blinking.
"Yeah," the voice said. "I know." A yawn. "..what're you doing, calling me here..? You know the people here don't like that."
"Well.. I.. ..kinda have a problem.. and I wanted your help.."
"Oh?" The female sounded slightly more interested now. "What is it? Your body doing something funny again?"
"..you could say that."
"Huh?"
"Well.. I'm.. kinda pregnant."
There was a long pause, and Angie counted the seconds before her reply came. "You said..?" Another pause. "Oh. My. God. You got knocked up?"
Angie sighed and held the receiver a bit away from her ear as her sister fell into hysterics.
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Posted: Fri Jul 29, 2005 10:46 am
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Posted: Fri Jul 29, 2005 10:51 am
Chyre watched Angie curiously. "So, why are you doing this again?"
"I'm going to enjoy my feet while I can," Angie replied defiantly, bending down to touch her toes.
"'Cause you won't be able to see them later on?"
"Don't REMIND ME," she wailed, still stretching.
"Angie.. um, you don't have to do this. I'm sure everything will be fine."
"How do you know?" She said irritably, pausing mid-stretch to glare at Chyre. "We have no idea if my body can take this. And if it ends up to be too much.."
"You're just worrying about it too much," the blonde said dismissively, waving a hand. "You can get a C-section or something, right? No need to put yourself through it."
"I'll make sure to laugh loudly when we both have scars."
"Better than dead."
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Posted: Mon Aug 08, 2005 10:02 am
"Hey! Chyre! CHY!"
"Mer, hnn... WHAT?" she grumbled, rubbing her forehead. Great, now she wasn't going to be able to get back to her dream..
"I made you something," Angie beamed. "Hold out your hands!"
Chyre did so, and Angie dropped something into her hands.
She picked it up carefully and inspected it, raising an eyebrow. "It's.."
"A sweater."
"...Angie.. this won't fit on me."
Her face fell. "Yes it will," she whined. "Here, let me have it." She snatched the sweater from her sister and, after a moment, took Chyre's hand and slipped it on her index finger. "See? Fits!"
Chyre blinked. She opened her mouth to argue, but stopped short and closed it again.
Pause.
"Thanks," she said slowly, flexing her index finger.
Angie beamed again. "I'm going to make them for everyone! Even the butler," she announced, shooting a glare at the door; a bang and footsteps shuffling away could be heard. "..of course, his won't have arms, and it'll be really really long," she said softly, grinning evilly. "He'll have to hop around..
"Or cut holes in his glove," she rebutted tonelessly, raising an eyebrow.
Pregnancy.
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Posted: Sun Aug 21, 2005 6:18 pm
"I'm tired of sitting around," Angie said suddenly.
Chyre blinked and looked up from her book. "Well.." She raised an eyebrow. "..I guess that happens when --"
"DON'T SAY IT!" She wailed, covering her ears. "Just because I'm you-know-what doesn't mean that my legs have suddenly stopped working or that I'll get hit by a car," she grumbled, lowering her hands slightly. "But what do you think of me getting a job somewhere?"
The blonde looked vaguely surprised for a moment, but looked to be considering it; after a moment, she raised her finger. "As long as you're not a stripper," she said firmly.
"Not a what?" Angie said brightly.
A pause.
"Never mind," Chyre mumbled, flipping through pages in her book. "Go be a librarian or something."
"Kay."
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Posted: Mon Aug 22, 2005 1:47 pm
Angie squinted and shielded her eyes from the sun. Okay, the first couple of interviews didn''t go so well. Apperantly, you had to have a resume or something to get a job, and Angie, with her beaming but ultimately stupid face and no job experience or reccomendations, was most likely to be everything but a diligent employee through the eyes of possible employers.
How many places had she visited..? She lost count after the first fourteen, but it was still clear in her mind that she had circled almost all of Durem and had not found a single place that would be willing to hire her.
She briefly considered pretending to be a hobo and rattling her cup loudly at random passerby, but this idea was quickly dismissed; hobos were stinky, and stinky Angie was not.
Twisting a strand of hair in her fingers, she considered her last possible choices for any sort of semi-constructive entertainment (in Angie''s mind, manual labor went by that name). She was still walking, but wasn''t really paying attention where she was going; it was by sheer luck alone that she didn''t fall down an open manhole or get hit by an out-of-control old lady on a motor scooter. Chyre had mentioned something about being a stripper, but she had a feeling that it involved taking paint off furniture, and that was more of a chore than a job.. Maybe she should look in another town or something..
Sighing in defeat, she pushed open a door and stepped inside the library.
"YOU CAN''T JUST WALK OUT ON ME LIKE THIS!"
Before Angie even had a chance to soak in her surroundings or figure out what the hell was going on, an angry lady shoved her to the side and stormed out the door.
The lady reappeared outside the door a moment later to throw her nametag on the ground, stomp on it, and walk away again.
Angie cautiously peered through the glass door to make sure it was safe, but was interrupted by a loud gasp from the other woman. "I''m so sorry are you okay did you break anything?!" She garbled, frantically hovering around Angie like a fly.
Angie eyed the woman with slight horror, wondering if she should run. "I''m.. uh.. fine," she said, blinking in confusion. "What was that all about, though?"
"A little spat between employees," the librarian said, frowning. "Now I''m short a girl.. Guess I''ll have to get out the hiring sign again.."
"I need a job," Angie said immediately.
"Oh, really?" She said, looking slightly more hopeful. "Do you have any reccomendations?"
"No."
"Job experience?"
"No."
"Do you like books?"
"I like the ones with pictures," Angie said, beaming.
There was a tense silence.
"Well, uh," the lady said, scratching her head. "I guess I can take you. BUT," she added quickly, stopping the new employee from jumping around in a squealing fit, "you''re going to stick with me until I''m sure you''ve got it down, okay? I don''t want you burning down my library!"
"Don''t worry, I don''t burn things," Angie said, grinning madly.
"Good," the librarian said tiredly, putting her head in her hand. "Come tomorrow morning and we''ll start."
"Kay!"
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Posted: Mon Aug 22, 2005 1:58 pm
"Chyre! CHY!" Angie barreled through the front door of the mansion, nearly knocking over the butler. "HEY CHYYYYYYYYYY!"
"WHAT IS IT?" Yelled Chyre. She was sitting in an armchair a few feet away from Angie.
Angie took a deep breath and put her hands around her mouth. "I GOT A JOB!"
"WHAAAT?"
"I SAID I GOT A JOOOOOB!"
"AWESOME!" Chyre beamed. "WHAT'RE YOU WORKING AS?"
"I'M A STRIPPER!"
There was a whump as the butler fainted.
Chyre looked horrified. Angie beamed and skipped off without another word.
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Posted: Wed Aug 24, 2005 11:25 am
Angie felt like she was walking on air.
There was no reasonable explaination for the feeling. She felt accomplished that she had gotten a job -- an actual job -- and she felt happy because she was going to be able to at least take some responsibility financially for her kid; plus, she got a job! All by herself! Without anybody's help! Even the voices were speechless in awe of her awesomeness! She skipped down the road, not caring what anybody might think. All that, and the fact it was a beautiful day, just made her feel a natural high.
She sang a wordless song.
"Yo, boss lady!" She burst through the glass doors to the library. Without shattering them, luckily. "BOSS LAAAADYYY!"
"I'M RIGHT OVER HERE!" Boss Lady snapped, looking up from some papers.
"Oh," Angie said. Her face fell for a moment, but her grin returned faster than ever. "SO, BOSS LADY, WHAT'M I GONNA DO TODAY?"
"For the love of all things holy, calm down," the librarian moaned, pushing her glasses up while trying to rub her forehead. "You're going to give me a migraine, I swear.. Hold on, hold on.."
Angie clasped her hands behind her back as the woman took the papers on the desk, straightened them out, and slid them into a drawer.
"Okay," she said, sighing, "let's go."
"What'm I gonna do, Boss Lady?" Angie said excitedly, following her closely. "Wax the giant robot? Guard government secrets with my life?!"
"No," she said simply. They entered the children's department. "You'll be working in here."
Angie's smile got even wider, if that was even possible. "YAY!" She squealed, and immediately flopped on a table. "What'm I gonna do here, Boss? Will I be the storytime lady?" She bounced excitedly.
"...No," said Boss Lady, also known as The Real Storytime Lady. "Actually, you'll, uh, be working rearranging the shelves from now on." She gestured to the rows upon rows of childrens' books.
Angie's face fell considerably.
Slowly, she looked around.
There were books everywhere -- soon enough, one was even draped over her head. A little girl giggled and ran off.
"All of these?" She squeaked.
"Yup."
Something dropped into her stomach.
"Alphabetical order?"
"Yup."
Angie looked at the librarian like she had just killed a kitten.
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