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This is the Journal of Jacko and Sofie... (please do not post here.... only Fenshae may post here)

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Jacko's Statistics:
Name: Jacko
Species: Floppi
Gender: Male
Eye color: Bright blue
Appearance: Long and lanky, smooth-furred, sleek, and rather handsome; cheetah-print, and with an intelligent and amused gleam in his eyes.
Posessions: A spiked leather collar (punk!) and a green beret
Mate: ninja
Children: None

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Isn't he a pretty boy?

Personality:
Jacko is what one would call....antisocial. It's not that he doesn't LIKE people, he just doesn't see the point in getting to know any of them. He quickly bores of social situations and interactions, and would rather observe than interact. He's attractive and knows it, intelligent--and keenly aware of it. Perhaps that's his problem; maybe he's just too self-aware for his own good.
He's not malicious, however, and whenever someone bothers to extend their friendship he will not turn it away if he senses it is genuine in its roots. He merely does not require the company of others, and thus does not seek it out--and his standards for friends are high, to match his opinion of himself. Despite his flaws, he is loyal and there is something vaguely disarming about his personality and his ability to remain calm in any situation.

Likes:
-Politics
-Science and History
-Watching Fenshae's TV
-Being by himself
-Observing the world around him
-Himself

Dislikes:
-Social interaction
-Small talk
-Children
-Water

Sofie's Statistics:
Name: Sofie
Species: Floppi
Gender: Female
Eye color: Yellow
Appearance: Small, petite, and highly feminine; light purple in color with silver accents and butterflies and flowers in a cheery yellow; always has a misted-over expression, her head in the clouds.
Posessions: None
Mate: None
Children: None

Quotes:
Cocoon--"I broke my purple crayon!"
Baby--"I guess I'll be OK..."
Child--"Just say no...no."

Personality:
Sofie's one of those floppis with her head in the clouds--always fantasizing about something, creating intricate stories in her head and sighing wistfully and dreamily at the hopeful possibility that she could someday have an exciting adventure. She's a hopeless romantic, so much so that her ideas about how relationships should go can easily get in the way of her actual ability to have such a relationship.
She can be quite short-tempered and insistent, and if things aren't going her way she's not above being downright unpleasant until she gets it. She also rather dislikes the grittier parts of reality, and would prefer just not to know about them--so she can appear unsympathetic toward world or personal tragedy, and has absolutely no interest in the greater good of people. She is, however, incredibly friendly and fun to be around.

Likes:
-Musicals
-Gothic romances
-Reading
-Singing
-Meeting new people

Dislikes:
-Serious discussion
-Gritty realism
-Feminists

Sometimes I wonder if the reason I dislike so many people is because they all seemed to dislike me first. I mean, I'm not saying I *care* that they all seem to ignore my existance, it just seems...odd, somehow. That make sense? Sure, sure it does.

Maybe it's some exterior pressures, or the idiocy of youth clinging where I believed myself to be mature...but it seems that, even when I do attempt to hold out my paw, it is ignored or rejected. So I do not speak to my fellow floppis on the rare occasion that I enter their midst...but then, not a one has ever spoken to me. Not one has ever extended their friendship.

Why should I bother leaving the house?

I think I'm going to kill Fenshae. I was sitting here, on the lazy boy recliner, minding my own business and watching a documentary on the political climate of Ecuador...and IT walks in.

This tiny little...purplish pinkish...fluffball...who saw me...and ran over to me...and HUGGED me...and...urgh!

Fenshae tells me, "oh, Jacko, don't you want to be a big brother?" I try to explain that no, no, I really really don't. I want her to get this THING to stop clinging to my ear. It's no use. Sofie, she named the bloody creature, is not only my 'sister', but has also decided I'm her personal guardian and bestest best friend.

And to make matters WORSE, Fenshae wants her to share my journal with me. What the hell is the point of me having a journal, I beg of you, if I can't say something personal in it without a miniscule fluffball knowing all my secrets?

*written beneath in a scrawling, unsteady hand*

I'm Sofie. My big brother's a little cranky, but he's nice anyway smile

Found a little cocoon, in the Center. Cerin was with me, and somehow I couldn't stand not to bring it home. Luckily Fenshae's in love already...it's female, we think, and we've named it Gabrielle. Cerin and I have promised to corrupt her immediately and make her one of our own. This makes me happy. ...I have so much more I'd like to be writing about, but I can't say it, not here, not when so many people can read it. It's clouding my thoughts and making me incredibly confused. So I'm going to leave this, now, and maybe I'll figure out what's happening later...

Dear Diary,
--I wish I didn't have to share this journal with Jacko. He's mean and doesn't like me much, and makes fun of me. Luckily I learned how to write fast--even Mum says so--so he doesn't even have to help. I want to go to the center on my own and make my own friends. Jacko's friends aren't very interesting, and I don't think anybody will talk to me if I'm with him. Oh well. Write more later.

Talked to Cerin last night. It seems I'm not alone; he's as confused as I am, and about the same thing. I'm being cryptic because Sofie reads this also. I wish that weren't the case, I really do, because I need to rant about this somewhere. I'm just so confused...knowing how Cerin feels has made it better on one hand, but on the other, it almost makes it worse. As long as I don't think about it I'm fine...but once I start thinking...I just feel so awkward...I'm terrified it won't work out, that it'll ruin our friendship, and I can't stand to risk losing him. He means too much to me. Which is, I suppose, what the problem is. Oh well...I give up for tonight. Hopefully I can puzzle all this out on my own...

Dear Diary,
--I wonder what Jacko's problem is? He wouldn't even come to the center last night, spent all day moping around...Cerin came looking for him, and I guess they talked, but then Jacko came home and was even more miserable...except he had this weird happy look in his eyes, too. I don't understand it. Jacko's weird.

I met Mushi, though, Cerin's sister. She's very nice, and super-pretty. I hope I'm that pretty when I grow up! I also met Hikari today...she seemed nice too, but I didn't get much chance to talk to her.