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 Posted: Sat Aug 01, 2009 5:21 am
~~EVERYBODY WANTS TO BE A CAT~~
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CONTENTS
01.15 Contents
SOUND CAPTURE
02.15 Presents left in front of the door [Solo RP]
03.15 Writing when you're drunk... [Journal]
04.15 A mother?! [Solo RP]
05.15 Office romance and reassurance [Solo RP]
BIRTH
06.15 And all that jazz~~ [Solo RP]
07.15 Aunt Mio [Solo RP]
08.15 Chrome Heart [Group RP]
09.15 ROGYBIV [Solo RP]
10.15 The Twins [Group RP]
11.15 El Cantante [Solo RP]
12.15 H20 [Solo RP]
13.15 Ivy~~~ [Group RP]
RYTHMN
14.15 Cat's Worry [Solo RP]
15.15 Financial Issues [Journal]
Italics denotes posts that are planned but not uploaded or completed, either due to them being RPs that have not finished, or because I haven't written them yet. ^^
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Posted: Sat Aug 01, 2009 6:07 am
~~EVERYBODY WANTS TO BE A CAT~~
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DISCOVERY RP
Mara lifted the mouth of the slim tumbler to her lips, tilting her head back and letting the whisky and coke mix in her mouth. She smiled as she watched the band play, feeling the rise of the music in the room. It was glorious really, and despite the fact that it had been so many years since this had been new to her eyes, each time it filled her with the same amount of joy and energy.
“Can I get you anything else, Mara?”
Mara looked up and shook her head. No, she was quite done for tonight—it had only been meant to be a simple drink after work, except people had kept dropping by- and conversation had been too good for her to end her night. But now… feeling the buzz of the alcohol combined with the thrill of good music, she smiled.
“I’ll be heading home now, I think.” She arched one brow and leaned forewords. “Unless you want me to stay with you a while longer?”
Javier laughed. They had been friends for a very long time, and he took it with good humor as he waved her away. “Go, sleep. I don’t need you to block me with the mass of drunk women.”
Mara laughed as she slid off the stool, collecting her bag. “See you tomorrow, Avie.” She didn’t look back as she waved at him, heading out towards the front of the bar. By now it wasn’t as crowded as it would get later on, but still there was a persistent press of bodies near the bar as she left a prime position.
Stepping out of the bar and feeling the warmth of the summer air, she inhaled once before rummaging through her bag for a cigarette. Something about having a couple of drinks always made her feel like smoking.
“Are you going home now, Mara?”
Mara looked up at the sound of the voice and smiled, feeling something give a little bit inside. She thought he looked a little bit like Pierce Brosnan, but Mio have met him once claimed he looked more like the boss from the Nanny.
“Thought I’d head in early before something distracted me again.” She answered, looking up at him with a warm smile. “It’s been a while since I’ve seen you.”
Marc nodded, taking a step closer as he held out a lighter for her. “I’ve been too busy.” He murmured, lighting it for her. She let out a noise of thanks as she leaned in to light the Virginia slim, smiling up at him. “Do you want me to give you a lift?”
Mara’s eyes gleamed under the lamp light and she leaned forewords, placing a small hand on his arm. Funny, how he seemed to always know how to talk to her. “I’d like that. I didn’t bring my car to work today…” her lashes lowered as she took a quick drag of the cigarette.
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They were laughing, voices straining to be hushed as they made their way into the lift. Mara giggled as he pulled her towards him, reaching behind him to press the button to the 5th floor. Having accomplished her mission and hearing the doors slide shut behind them, she raised her arms and wrapped them around his neck, leaning towards him.
“They have cameras in here, you know.” Marc murmured, smiling against her lips.
“You always say that.” Was her response as she stole a kiss from the corner of his lips.
“You don’t find it a turn on?” his voice was a tone lower, scratching against his throat as he leaned closer. Mara laughed then, shaking her head as she stepped towards the doors. They seemed to open immediately, but it wasn’t magic- simply someone who had very engrained habits. She always stepped towards the doors when they slid past the fourth floor.
“Of course _you_ do.” She teased, looking through her purse for her door key. He trailed in close behind her, one hand nestled against her waist.
“I know you do too… hey, you have a gift.”
Mara looked up, holding the keys in one hand to watching as Marc slid in front of her, reaching down to pick up a large box wrapped neatly and with flourish. Her lips trembled as she eyed the violet ribbon perched on top, but a frown marred her brows.
“Is it safe?”
You never knew these days, did you?
“There’s a card here too.” Marc read out the words on the card and Mara frowned. She didn’t know anyone named Rethe, and surely if it was someone who she was not close to, they would mention how they knew each other? “I’m sure it’s safe.” He looked back at her, his blue eyes teasing. “Are you paranoid or something?”
Mara looked up, and tried to ease the look of doubt on her face. Stepping towards him to open the door, she shrugged. “ I guess it can’t hurt to open it…” although she wondered why they hadn’t left it with concierge.
Or maybe they had, and concierge had left it at her door.
They stepped into her home and she turned on the lights, dropping her purse on the table in front of the door and sliding off her heels with a soft groan of relief.
“Can I get you something to drink?”
The mood was casual, comfortable. Different from the sweet teasing frenzy that had been building up only seconds ago. But Marc was like a child with something to play with, and Mara didn’t mind. It made sense to her—because she was curious as well. Not listening to his answer and instead getting them both a glass of cranberry juice from the fridge, she heard the rustle of paper behind her and smiled.
“You can open it, if you want.” She said, looking back to see that he had placed it on her dining room table.
“Aren’t all women extremely curious about presents that they receive?” his voice was teasing, light. And yet there was something serious in his eyes as he watched her. Mara shrugged as she walked towards him, handing him a glass silently before placing her own on the table.
She reached for a ribbon, tugging it off slowly before eyeing the wrapping. Looking up at him, she shrugged, arching a brow and ripped it simply as if it wasn’t an eccentrically wrapped present sitting on her table.
As they opened the box, Marc holding one end and Mara holding the other, Mara frowned as she looked inside, her eyes widening as she pulled out the simple orb. Oh my. Well, this was certainly unusual…
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Posted: Sat Aug 01, 2009 8:30 am
~~EVERYBODY WANTS TO BE A CAT~~
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JOURNAL ENTRY
Mara Evans Diary, Came home expecting to spend time with Marc and discovered a gift at my door. Someone named Rethe left it, but I don’t have such a contact in either my phone or in my collection of business cards. Have contacted Mio to ask her to see if she can check it out for me—a lawyer must surely have more connections than a simple PR coordinator? Don’t quite know what she’ll say when she realizes I sent the email at 3 am… I know if I was her, I wouldn’t be happy with me. There is music coming from the orb, I am sure of it. After we looked it over and decided it wasn’t in fact some new bomb, Marc spent time on the internet trying to locate what it is… he’s got a hit from facebook so I’m thinking of checking it out in the morning when I’m a little bit more sober. Who knows? Maybe I’m imagining all of this because I’m drunk, and there is in fact no odd gift sitting on my dining room table. Haha oh then Marc must surely be as drunk as I am. It’s a very beautiful orb, but looking for what it is and who sent it is a lot more difficult than either of us had first imagined. After finding the facebook link, Marc left promising to let me know if something else occurs to him in the morning. Pity nothing else happened, but I think the research tired us both out, and it seems weird doing something now… I can’t believe a round glowing ball is turning me into a prude. Oh, Marc. Marc is an issue I’ll have to deal with another day. We seem to have a relationship that I really can’t grasp correctly. But it doesn’t concern me too much yet. I like him, he likes me. We have a good time. It doesn’t interfere with work and so far I haven’t found anyone else to feel guilty about this little arrangement. Mio refers to it in much cruder terms, but I won’t. I hope Mio can get back to me soon, and let me know what it is. The orb is mostly orange and purple, moving, writhing forms of color inside like some beautiful paper weight with a little galaxy inside. The letter claims that it will soon turn into a child, a new life form.. and that has me a little worried! What if it’s a little alien? My god what if it is an entire galaxy and I end up giving birth (… er sort of) to an entire population of baby aliens? … I really need to stop drinking before writing these things down. Or at least need to stop writing these things down when I’m halfway drunk. But I’m thinking clearly, and who knows what I might come up with later that will prove to be important? I’m catching only a tune coming from the orb, and I don’t really know what it is. It’s like though. Somewhat jazzy… it’s like a broken radio and plays only a little bit at a time. I think it’s shy! … or it doesn’t think I’m worth the attention. Funny, I feel like it’s really the second answer rather than the first. Hah. It’s like having a pet rock. Except with more dimension to it. I hear a very soft mumble of words. I’m hoping after some time I’ll be able to understand it correctly, and it will be able to identify the song. I swear it’s at the tip of the tongue and all I need to do is concentrate, to figure out what it is! I’ve kept the note and folded the paper and ribbon it came in over. Maybe it’ll turn out to be something important in tracing the origins… ooh like an episode of CSI! That would be hilarious. I’ve decided to keep it where it is, on my dining room table. Too many things have been lost or destroyed in my bedroom to make that a safe place, and the only other room I have is the bathroom. Ugh. A new life… the thought is very strange. Will it produce new life, like a puppy? Or like a child? I suppose I’ll need to think about this more seriously when I can actually think seriously. I need to take a shower before going to sleep, because otherwise I think I’m going to be just as drunk when I wake up in the morning. Thank goodness my job doesn’t have regular working hours. Diary, note to self. Need to figure out what this is and who I have to contact to determine the mess I’ve gotten myself into. I’m sure there is someone who is all knowing and all powerful about this. Wonder; will I have to travel far or spend a lot of money determining what to do? Hmmm maybe I’ll ask Marc for a raise before all this is over… I’m a little bit worried about the orb though: do I need to feed it, or give it some sunlight? Sound doesn’t seem to need to feed on anything… right? I hope it’s not one of those deep philosophical things because then I’m not sure if I’m up to figuring out the riddle. … hope there isn’t some kind of deadline to solve this little riddle. First thing first, I’ll check out this elusive facebook thing: maybe Marc managed to find Rethe online? Something about the children… he is so vague when it comes to the important stuff. No matter: I’m glad he was with me when I received the gift. I’m not quite sure how I would have reacted, had I been alone… I’m going to deal with all of it tomorrow. Too tired to do more than save this document and read it through tomorrow.
Mara Evans It’s five am. Needed to type this in because I swear I’m going to forget this tomorrow. I remembered what the song was. Something from Disney… a cat thing. Everybody wants to be a cat. Ahah!
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Posted: Sun Aug 02, 2009 3:26 am
~~EVERYBODY WANTS TO BE A CAT~~
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SOLO RP
Mara smiled as the waiter bought her an order of two burgers, taking a sip from her diet coke. Her eyes flickered to the door of the bar, pausing for a moment. Mio was late: but then, she was always late. Nibbling on a French fry smothered in vinegar and salt as well as ketchup, she looked down at her phone.
“You were going to accuse me of being late, weren’t you?” the voice was throaty, husky and belonged to a small asian woman dressed in a raspberry hued wrap around dress. She all but threw a large satchel on an extra chair, sliding into her own.
“You always manage to make it when the food arrives.” Was her only answer as she picked up the burger, letting out a soft groan in delight. They had the best burgers in town, honestly.
“Yeah yeah.” Mio was a stunning, if a little bit flamboyant woman: someone Mara imagined she could be if she had more guts and panache. With her dark hair cascading down her back and an expression of almost permanent feline satisfaction on her face, she was the sun, as opposed to Mara’s moon.
They ate together in companionable silence for a couple of minutes, rather like two cave men than women of any sophistication. Burgers and coke could do that to them though, and it was only when the both of them were picking at the remaining fries that Mio spoke.
“So I looked it up for you.” She said, motioning towards Mara with a fry. “I can’t find anyone who has met this Rethe Phonne, but what you’re dealing with is something that has been happening all around the world.” Mio frowned as she waved for a waiter, asking for two blonde beers.
Mara frowned. Would they need the alcohol for this conversation?
“Really? I haven’t read about it… I think.”
Mio snorted. “You wouldn’t. It’s not big news in the sense that you pay attention to it. Just small things. Anyways, it seems that people have been receiving these little orbs from a person named Rethe Phonne, and over a short span of time they’ve been turning into children. Kids. The orbs have apparently some significance..” Mio frowned and pulled out her phone, scrolling through a couple of book marked sources. “I went into the facebook page for you, and I’ve read up on those that exist there at the moment. It seems it is validated: they’re meeting up here in New York, for some reason.”
Mara frowned. New York? Maybe she could contact them. “So this isn’t some kind of gigantic hoax then?”
Mio shook her head. As their beer arrived, she took a quick drag of hers as if the conversation was making her thirsty. Mara almost smiled at that—it was she who should be so nervous, not the friend in front of her.
“No, children. For real. I have documentation I’ve managed to find on one of the men who have received a child because he’s a public figure- restaurant entrepreneur. I can send him a quick email for you and cc it so you receive it as well?”
Mara shook her head. “I can do it myself, if you want.” She frowned. She hadn’t checked out the facebook group simply because it had seemed like such a minor thing. Besides, she wasn’t really much of an internet person. “I’ll join the group, let them know I’m alive… maybe they’ll be able to help me out.”
Mio shrugged. “Up to you. I suggest you read up on your parenting books. You don’t really need to let them know anything for some time yet because you have some time until your child appears.” She arched a brow. “You need to learn how to be a mother… I don’t know how you’re going to raise a child in such a small apartment. And alone?” her smile turned impish. “Although since Marc was there, I suppose he is the father…”
Mara winced at that. Mio always seemed to enjoy making fun of her relationship with Marc, despite the fact that Mio seemed to have several herself at a baser level. It seemed to amuse the asian woman to no end that Mara was hooking up with her boss.
“I promised to let him know everything later on, but I’ve already been to work today… so probably tomorrow afternoon?” Mara frowned, trying to think through her schedule. Marc was never in during the mornings—and she usually popped in late afternoon. “Maybe he’s heard more about this stuff too. If you can just give me that mans contact details…”
She wondered: maybe she should read up on old newspaper entries? Who knew if there was someone else in her very city that had a child of the same origins? That would be fantastic. To be able to meet a parent who would understand what she was going through?
“Do you have anyone to talk to, about becoming a mother?”
Mara frowned, hesitating. She could ask her family… and then immediately dismissed the thought. No, that wouldn’t work. They weren’t close enough for her to do it without feeling out of sorts. “I have a friend from yoga, you remember Abbie?”
Mio frowned, and then she brightened. “The blonde woman who married that scrumptious doctor in my building?”
Mara winced. Leave it to Mio to put it that way. “I know she’s always been planning parenthood since the get go. I can ask her for advice…” she didn’t understand why the woman didn’t have children yet, but didn’t dare ask—it seemed a touchy subject for someone who wanted it so badly.
Mio nodded. “Sounds like a good idea. I’ve read that sometimes the orbs are based off songs. Or sounds. Have you figured out what yours is yet?”
Mara paused. She had, but she wanted to confirm it first before speaking to the other woman about it. It wouldn’t help to be wrong about something that felt so important. “I’ll let you know?”
Mio smiled, and nodded. “You’ll need to introduce me to your child too.” She laughed then. A low, throaty noise of delight. “You’re going to be a mother, Mara. I can’t believe it.”
Neither could she…
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Posted: Sun Aug 02, 2009 7:23 am
~~EVERYBODY WANTS TO BE A CAT~~
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SOLO RP
Mara stepped into the office and sighed, slipping the heels off her feet as she padded towards the desk. Not the best place to abandon her shoes perhaps, but her feet hurt. And this was her office. The only ones who would come to the back would be the other staff, and they must understand. Leaning on the desk with one hip resting on the corner, she placed her bag on the surface and rummaged inside, pulling out the V Slims and a lighter. For some reason she was especially craving a light these days.
“You’re going to smoke? In my office?”
The voice came from the door with the same amount of amusement and pleasure it usually did. Mara looked up for a moment and arched a brow, slowly opening the carton and pulling out a slim menthol. She placed it between her lips and pulled out a lighter as well.
“Of course you will.”
Mara laughed then, and lit the cigarette It was an old joke between them—she couldn’t remember any longer when it had started, but she knew Marc didn’t really mind. He was a smoker himself, just not a frequent one. In fact, he seemed to prefer being able to show such restraint in front of temptation.
“How are you feeling, Mara?”
Mara shrugged, taking a quick drag of the cigarette before smiling at him. “Okay, I guess.” She responded, placing her bag on the floor and patting the space next to her. “I talked to Mio yesterday.” She frowned, shaking her head. “Figured out what the song was too.”
Marc walked into the room and closed the door behind him firmly, choosing to stand in front of her than to sit. His eyes were warm as he watched her, walking until her knees brushed against his legs. They stayed still in that position for a moment, and then Mara shifted crossing her legs and leaning them to the side, pulling more of her weight onto the desk until she was properly sitting on the hard surface. He moved closer then as well, standing to one side while leaning forewords to steal the cigarette held between her lips.
“Aren’t you going to ask what it is?”
He matched the silence she had treated him with, with her own. Smiling, he took a quick drag and handed it back to her. Funny, how serious two people could be over such a small item. He smiled then, turning his head for a moment to exhale the smoke into the room.
“Disney.” She answered, as if she was still holding a conversation between the two of them. “Can you believe it? Disney. I only recognized it because I’ve been hearing it at the video rental store down town.” She frowned, shaking her head. “So I looked it up on youtube and I played it.” She took another quick drag of the cigarette and frowned, thinking. “I can show you…” she gestured to her laptop, and he took this as a sign to go around the desk. “It’s only on hibernating mode.”
Marc clicked the mouse twice, and that seemed to do the trick. He opened up chrome and seemed to be watching for her to respond. She shrugged then, and leaning across the desk so that the full length of her body lay on it, she used the mouse to navigate her past history.
The youtube page loaded slowly, and yet the buffering itself was incredibly fast. The music that started was light and easy and Mara, having heard it several times before now turned instead to look at Marc’s reaction. It was an incredibly silly song, and in she had laughed at first. But for a Disney tune, it seemed to fit everything. And she enjoyed it more than she probably should have. As the song ended, both of them stared at each other for a while, and he arched a brow.
“So this will turn into a child? This song?” she had called him last night to tell him the basics, and he seemed more at ease with what was happening than she was.
“A little child, and they’ll grow into a larger. Like a regular… kid.” Mara rolled over on the desk so that she was on her back, leaning against her elbows to look up at him, her head tilted back. There was something incredibly vulnerable about this position, having her throat so exposed. And awkward as well, because it was difficult to keep his face in her vision. But it fit. It felt right.
“You’ll be a mother.” This wasn’t said in a question form, and instead was addressed as a statement. Mara blinked slowly and she nodded her head. Marc reached out then, brushing a few stray strands of hair off her forehead.
“I need to wait some time, it seems. I’ve checked out the facebook group and there are a couple of people already who are parents, and seem willing to share their experience.” She eased the pressure off her elbows until she was fully on her back, reaching out with one hand to play with a strand of his own hair.
The two of them stayed in this position for a while, and Mara relaxed completely. She smiled then, and raised herself up, turning her back to the situation. It wasn’t important, what might happen next. They were in the office and Mara despite liking the thrill didn’t really enjoy it when it was mixed with her professional life. Sitting back up and raising a hand to ensure that her chignon was more or less in place, she slipped off the desk.
“Going out?” Marc asked, his voice just a trifle husky. Mara turned around and smiled, padding towards where she had abandoned her shoes.
“Some of us need to work to bring home the bacon to our family.” She teased. Well, that would be more realistic soon, whenever the child was born.
Marc smiled, and Mara turned her back on him again, slipping the heels back on her feet. The few minutes break had eased the pain and it was more bearable now.
“If you need any help at all… you know you can ask me, right?”
Mara paused, and smiled. She opened the door and nodded her head.
“I know.”
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Posted: Sun Aug 02, 2009 6:41 pm
~~EVERYBODY WANTS TO BE A CAT~~
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SOLO RP
Mara had the music thrumming threw the apartment like some low echo of a heart beat. The lights were dim and scented: lavender with a hint of vanilla. Her skin glowed from the bath, and as she walked into the kitchen to pour herself another glass of wine, Mara was feeling spoilt and relaxed in the way a bubble bath had the way of de-stressing a woman. Tugging the sash around her dark purple kimono tighter, she carried the bottle and the glass to the living room, setting both on the table before sitting down and closing her eyes. It was a private, heavenly moment for her: more than a little bit necessary she liked to think. After all, it wasn’t every week one found out that they were about to become a mother for the first time.
She had on something she had borrowed from the bar. A low, sexy instrumental piece with plenty of bass and beat to make it a little bit wasteful to listen to alone. For a second she contemplated calling Marc, and then shook her head. No, what was she thinking? That they were going to bond over the arrival of a child? In fact… there was something vaguely wrong about the. The child wasn’t even born yet, for her to contemplate using them.
The thought had her rising from the couch, walking towards the orb that seemed to enjoy the music as much as she did. It pulsed a steady beat that was both sexy and a little bit too energetic. Funny: maybe they would share the same music tastes.
Feeling a little bit hungry after all the wine, she walked towards the kitchen, feet silent against the wood. The music faded away, and Mara frowned. Had she forgotten to put the CD on repeat? Well, no matter. Maybe something equivalent to a cold shower was needed, considering the fact that she was alone.
“"Like a ripple through the air, a horn punctures the silence unceremoniously and slowly withering from that sound comes a sweet harp's melody in a splash of deep blues, purples and reds from your orb. An infant with a large poof of blonde hair sits in front of you, but there hidden in that puff of soft hair wiggles two cat-like ears and with a quick swish a white tipped tail tickles your nose."
The music that filled the room for the short amount of time had her turn around, startled in mid thought. She was only half way into the kitchen, but that didn’t block her view of the child now sitting on her dining table. He was small, fluffy—and was that a red ribbon around his neck? The light was dim, but she could still see the pale glow of the hair and something lean swishing behind him.
Silently and grateful for the silence (she didn’t know what she should say in such a situation) she looked towards the form of the child, walking forewords until she was in front of him. Bright blue eyes seemed to track her movements with an almost feline intensity, blinking up at her with a look that seemed to be suspiciously satisfied. With soft, pouty lips, the child really did look like a jazz song come to life. With just a hint of cat.
“Are you…” alive? Well, that was certainly obvious. She leaned out and more than a little bit encouraged by the drink she had just consumed, didn’t feel even the least bit guilty in poking the child. She reached out and ran her hands through soft, downy hair. The kid narrowed his eyes at her, but seemed to enjoy the sensation enough because he closed his eyes and let out a noise that sounded almost like a purr, leaning into her hand the way a kitten might.
He was soft.
And so. Cute.
CUTE.
Letting out a breath of air, she leaned over and picked him up. He was surprisingly light- were all boys this size so light? His tail seemed to sway, wagging slightly as she lifted him in the air. The boy, distracted by the sudden momentum looked around and seemed to enjoy the sensation of almost flying because he waved his little arms.
There was something adorable about this little boy.
Holding him against her, she walked towards the living room where her phone lay, and he wiggled with delight at the movement. It seemed someone really did enjoy the physical sensations of this life! Well, that was all she could consider this to stand for. Why else did he look so happy? Picking up her phone, she set him on the sofa and took a couple of steps back—he didn’t seem to notice, because the little boy was rubbing his face against the material of the couch as if he was scenting it. Or just enjoying the feel of leather against his face.
What a funny little boy…
Taking a photo of him with her camera and noticing that the little boy’s eyes were open and staring straight into the camera (how freaky was that?) she sent the image to Mio and Marc, commenting in the message simply as.
‘Orb freakin’ hatched. It’s a boy.’
Mio was the first to call, only a couple of minutes later while Mara had been distracting the boy by swaying the sash of her robe in front of him: he pawed at it like a kitten. In fact, the situation as so surreal she was treating the child more like a pet than a baby.
When she picked up the phone, all that met her was laughter. Truly joyous, emotional laughter that conveyed enough without words. And the words ‘Can’t talk. Laughing’. Mara felt the same way, so she didn’t begrudge her friend with the opportunity. Neither of them could talk over such a situation. But this was an exception.
Marc called a few minutes later, his voice heavy with sleep. The man had slept far too early! In Mara opinion. His words were soft, husky.
“Bring him to work tomorrow.” A command really, but she was feeling so ridiculously pleased with herself she didn’t mind. Besides, she wanted to show him off too.
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Posted: Wed Aug 05, 2009 8:59 pm
~~EVERYBODY WANTS TO BE A CAT~~
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SOLO RP
Mara eyed the red bow around Caspien’s neck with exasperation. “C’mon.” her tone came out a touch whinier than normal, but they had been fussing over the bow for HALF AN HOUR. “It’s symmetrical enough.” What was a boy supposed to know about symmetry? He was too young to already have issues with his image!
Caspien stared at his expression in the mirror and scowled, one hand coming up to fluff the left ear of the bow. He paused, considering it with a slanted narrow of his eyes. He might not know how to tie a bow, but dammit he knew how to make it perfect! Stopping to also consider the fluff of his hair, he preened for a moment before nodding his head. There. NOW he was presentable. NOW he might be able to hold his head up high in public.
Mara almost rolled her eyes. Were they all like this? She would ask facebook. Although from what she’d read, maybe she was one of the lucky ones. At least her little boy didn’t have bruises all over his body. Picking up her purse and slinging it over one shoulder, she grimaced when her phone decided to ring. Oh perfect. NOW what?
“Darling unless something so tragic happened yesterday that YOU DIED, what the hell is taking you so long?” the voice was husky and without the words, the tone itself was a low croon that might have been mistaken for something gentle and sweet. Mara knew better, and winced.
“Your dear nephew wanted to look perfect for the first meeting.” Holding the phone to one ear, she reached out and picked Caspien up from the table and balanced his weight. Oof. He was heavier than he looked too- she would have thought with the cat ear and tail, he’d be lighter to carry.
“My a**.” Was her answer, but there was a note of smug pleasure to it that made Mara grin. “I’m downstairs. I’m telling I don’t think your average new Yorker will even NOTICE your child has a tail. But since you’re being so paranoid about it…” the voice on the line hesitate. “I don’t have a child seat for the back though. So if I get ******** pulled over…”
Mara laughed. Locking the door behind her, she pressed for the lift. “I’m sure we won’t.” hopefully. Readjusting her grip on the child, she leaned forewords and let him press the buttons. Which he did. 1. B1. Then 17 to 12.
Well. Hopefully she’d ride the life down alone and no one would notice that the brat had caused trouble again.
“So tell me. Why are we naming him Caspien again?”
“We are not naming him anything.” It was bad enough Marc was starting to act like a doting father. But Mio as well? It wasn’t that she minded the support. It was nice to know her friend had her back. But honestly! Something about the way they acted made her feel vaguely incompetent.
The car waiting for them as just as flashy and confident as the driver- red, sleek and just a little bit impractical for a city such as new York, Mio waved at them through the window and motioned for the both of them get in.
“Finally.” She called out as Mara slipped in shot gun, Caspien balanced on her lap. Mio lowered her shades and peered at the boy through brown eyes, her lips pressed in consideration. Caspien looked right back at her with delighted blue eyes and reached out to pet her cheek, causing the woman to laugh. “Perfect. I like him.” Her smile was impish, and matched by Caspiens.
Mara frowned. Maybe this wasn’t such a good idea, introducing her son to such a… volatile influence.
“So?” Mio proffed, and Mara frowned for a moment trying to catch up to her friend’s train of thought. Ah, right. As the car accelerated smoothly, Mara settled into the leather seat.
“So, I’m naming him Caspien because he looks like a Caspien. Don’t you darling?” The boy was too distracted molesting the leather seats to notice. In fact, there was something vaguely obscene about the way he was rubbing his hands over the smooth interior.
“You can’t make a nickname out of Caspien. Casp? That sounds like Casper the friendly ghost. And pien? What the hell, it sounds like air freshener. Or a sex toy.” Mio’s smile dimpled in the corners as she arched a brow. “And I’d rather not think about my nephew and sex toys together, thank you very much.”
Mara laughed. “It’s a beautiful name! And too late. He already knows how to respond to it.”
Mio’s eyes slid to the boy whose tail was twitching in beat to the music. “Uh, honey? I think he’s responding to my car. And isn’t he too young to enjoy it like that?”
She should have known it was a bad idea to introduce the two of them already.
“So where are we going for lunch?” she started, trying to change the subject. Mara’s laugh let her know that her efforts were noted.
“I was thinking Italian. What do you say Caspien? Does Italian sound good to you?” the boy opened his blue eyes long enough to grin up at her, a slow curving smile. “Mara, your kid knows his food.”
Mara looked down, and laughed. Ruffling the boy’s head distracted him long enough to have him turn his eyes up at her with a little frown on his face. “Perverted kid.” She muttered, causing her friend to laugh.
“My little nephew.” She crooned. “So we’ll get Italian then. A table in the back so no one notices how special little Casper is.”
The name caused Caspien to grimace, twitching his tail slightly as he shook his head. Mara laughed then definitely. This was her son alright. “See? I told you he likes Caspien.”
Mio let out a breath of air, and shrugged. Her eyes mimicked an expression to close to Caspien’s: one of amusement and pleasure. Or was it Caspien who seemed to instinctively know to look so… well. Bombed out of his mind?
“Sure darling.” Mio crooned. “C’mon. Let me treat my nephew to lunch.”
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Posted: Tue Aug 11, 2009 7:39 pm
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CHROME HEART
RP in the guild.
Bumped into a young mother who also happens to have a kid from Rethe! Dae Hyun is an adorable, if very unique looking boy: compared to him Caspien is really nothing more than ordinary. Er. Appearance wise. I'm hoping I can see more of them so I have someone to raise Caspien with: although it is a bit odd because she seems so young! I feel like as an older woman, I should be better at this parenthood thing... er not that I am _much_ older I think. Hopefully not.
Caspien seems to like the boy well enough, but I'm not so certain it's reciprocated? Poor boy: Dae isn't going to be free of Caspien for some time, my boy seems to find the other terribly fascinating.
I've invited to come on by the bar any night she's free: I hope Caspien and I haven't scared her off...
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Posted: Tue Aug 11, 2009 7:43 pm
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ROGYBIV
Marc looked down at the little boy in front of him, a mixture of consternation and amusement on his face: just what was he going to do with the boy _now_? Mara was claiming sick leave: something about needing to catch up with her life as a woman and not a mother. Marc didn’t really understand, but who was he to argue with a woman who looked like she was just itching for a fight? It was the only explanation as to why he was accompanying Caspien at the mall: the little boy needed clothes. He felt responsible enough to the boy to cringe every time he saw what Mara was dressing him in. Chinos and suede? Really? He was a boy, not some doll to play dress up with.
“Hey kid.” he strolled him into the children section, pointing to the denim and the T-shirts. “That looks good, right? Better? That’s what you need to wear to roughhouse in, not some little white suit.” Surely the boy was too young to actually enjoy wearing all that silk and cotton: he looked down at the boy, confident that he’d get the right reaction… only to see the look of complete dismay and disgust crossing the baby’s face.
Maybe it wasn’t Mara’s fault that the boy wore such frivolous clothing…
“You don’t like it, big guy?” he asked, pointing to the denim and the cargo material. But it was durable! The boy could rough house with the others in clothes like this! Caspien shook his head with such vehemence that Marc was certain he had understood if not the words, the intentions behind his words. Well then… this shopping trip wasn’t going to go as easy as he had expected then. “What do you like?” he asked, not really expecting a proper response.
Caspien wiggled in the stroller, scowling as he stared at the fasteners. Taking the hint, Marc reached out to unfasten them and pulled him out of the stroller, taking care to use the blanket to cover his lower half: Mara had apparently learned the trick off another parent, and it seemed natural enough at this stage. What Mara was planning on doing when Caspien was older, Marc had no idea.
He spun slowly, giving the boy a chance to look around and notice the different categories of clothing. He seemed to appreciate this because he kneaded at Marc’s color like a kitten, letting out a soft rumble that felt almost like a purr. He pointed then slowly to a section where the colors lightened and seemed to grow almost unisex: that was the only description that Marc could give.
“Really? Really?” he walked forewords as he said this, and the little boy let out a happy noise that sounded like a chirp.
“Rinky tinky tinky!” that was all the boy seemed to enjoy saying: Mara had spoken of how the boy had picked up speaking a couple of days ago, but none of it made sense. They weren’t real words, nor did the boy seem to understand what he was saying. Simply, he was making noise because he was good at it.
Feeling rather stupid letting a kid lead him (but not wanting to risk a temper tantrum) he looked at the range of vivid clothing. They were an odd mismatch of feminine and masculine taste, simple articles in vivacious shades or complicated traps of material in muted tones. Marc frowned. This? His little (almost) son wanted to wear this?
What happened to the days when all boys wore jeans and a white t shirt only?
Caspien leaned forewords out of his grasp eagerly, reaching for a pale brown suede vest that was completely impractical. Marc couldn’t help but smile: it was impractical, but the little boy would look adorable in it, with his coloring. Frowning as he reached for it obediently, he tucked the hanger on the crook of the hand half holding Caspien: keeping the other hand free to pick at other articles.
Well, if the boy was going to look pretty, he might as well go all the way.
The shopping trip took a lot of Marc’s wallet and sanity. There was something incredibly picky about the boy, a little perfectionist who seemed to think that ‘rinky tinky tinky’ stood for a myriad of words ranging from ‘it’s too small’ to ‘do you have it in other colors? Understanding now why Mara needed the break and not really knowing how he was going to deal with future trips, he pushed Caspien back to the bar, the different shopping bags hooked over the back of the stroller making it a bit difficult to navigate the streets of New York.
Marc caught their reflection on the side of a building: they looked harried, Caspien rather like an indulged little baby and Marc a father who was spoiling his child. Father. Child. There was a nice ring to it, and something that made the day a little brighter. Maybe it wasn’t such a bad idea, taking him shopping…
The vibrating of his phone in his pant pocket distracted him, and he pulled it out to find Mara on the other line: picking up the call, he smiled. “We’re heading back now, if that’s why you’re calling.”
There was silence on the other end for a while, and then laughter. It sounded nice: relaxed, and playful. “Mio’s driving me back to the bar now as we speak. What did you boys do all day?”
Routine. This all screamed of a type of routine that Marc wasn’t used it: but one who would like to get used to. It was almost a traditional conversation between parents over a child, and Marc found himself answering with a laugh as well.
“We went shopping. You didn’t warn me about Caspien.”
Mara didn’t need anything else. She laughed again. “If I had I didn’t think you’d have done it.” Was her response. “How was it?”
“Good.” He looked down at the child. “Good.”
“So… I was thinking on Saturday, if you have nothing to do you can take Caspien out again?” Mara’s voice was coy, and Marc grinned.
“No, no. Don’t push it. I think once a week is enough for us. Isn’t that right kid?”
Caspien let out a gurgle in response, but while Mara couldn’t see it, Marc could. He smirked; the boy had it right. He loved this, but they still needed a break. Maybe next week… as long as it didn’t involve shopping.
Maybe he could take Caspien to his first game.
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Posted: Tue Aug 11, 2009 8:51 pm
~~EVERYBODY WANTS TO BE A CAT~~
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THE TWINS
RP in the guild.
A young woman came into the bar today with twins: she works at the circus that is in town at the moment, and her kids are (as you probably guessed) from Rethe Phonne! They are simply magnificent. Completely different from Dae and Caspien, and beautiful. Caspien seems to have taken a liking to the girl and I think the boy has taken a liking to me! Which is good for me at all ends.
The woman is quite nice. She's in town for a couple of weeks and she's invited me to the circus! I'm planning on contacting Kaydence, see if she'd like to go with me... in fact, maybe all the parents with children from Rethe should go together... that would make it a quite spectacular trip, really. I enjoyed speaking to her, and hope she comes back again to catch up.
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Posted: Fri Aug 14, 2009 6:38 am
~~EVERYBODY WANTS TO BE A CAT~~
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EL CANTANTE
The music that pulsed through the jazz bar was low and thrumming, like some sexy piece of chocolate that was covered in even sexier caramel. Or was it the other way around? Caspien has managed to sneak a bite out of the chocolate bar on Mara’s desk an hour ago, and it had been a very romantic love affair that had been forced to end too quickly. Something about babies not being able to digest chocolate. Caspien didn’t understand where these adults came up with their crazy ideas: things that tasted good was obviously good for you, wasn’t it?
He rolled around on blanket that covered the floor, enjoying the way the music made him feel. It was so rare these days that Mara let him stay awake until now: she usually kept him somewhere darker and quieter, hoping he’d fall asleep in the solitude. But today Mara had been in a very good mood; something about managing to find a pair of shoes on sale at half off. Women: he didn’t understand them at all. But it wasn’t to say he understood men. They were just as confusing.
Everyone was so confusing. They didn’t seem to think as well as he did. Even the little ones.
Caspien scowled at the thought, resisting the lull of the music as he thought about the past couple of days. He’d met three unusual looking children who were apparently different from the rest. Like him, really. One had been pretty cute, another had been pretty quiet and the final one… Caspien’s scowl eased as he thought of Chrome Heart. What a retarded baby. He didn’t seem to understand the order of the world yet. Nor that the order of the world consisted of Caspien being in the right, and everyone else being in the wrong.
Stupid babies.
With that extremely complex thought of his way he went back to rolling around on the blanket. The music! It was calling to him and demanding an answer. It wanted him to sing with it, so that they could perform a duet to overcome the world and bring love and beauty and…
Mara looked up from where she was going over the contract with Marc and the new band that they were signing on to start with them next week. She frowned, tilting her head and looked over at her boss questioningly. She sat next to the agent of the band and across from Marc, so the agent didn’t notice the looks that were exchanged across the table.
There was a look of worry in Marc’s face as they both tried to figure out what that noise was. It was very, very faint. Almost like the squeaking of pipes, but the last time that had happened the basement had flooded, and they had just recently been checked over and everything was in good shape. Surely it wasn’t something with the building? Marc nodded his head at her and she got, making excuses as she tried to trace the noise.
It wasn’t coming from outside. Not from the main part of the bar either. It was too faint and high pitched, because surely over the din of the crowd and the rush of the band performing she wouldn’t be able to hear anything else if it was coming from the vicinity?
The sound continued in short bursts, almost as if it wasn’t one continuous thing but rather little squeaks of damaged floor boards. Maybe someone was walking too loud and some of the wood on the floor was damaged? Mara tilted her head as she walked towards her office. It was getting louder here… she frowned. There was something about it that reminded her of .. something. That told her that she should recognize it at some level.
She opened the door of her office and the sound eased, disappearing completely. She looked inside and saw Caspien sitting on the ground looking up at her with his mouth open… and then things clicked into place. No… had this all been coming from him? Her lips quirked into a smile as she stepped into the room and closed the door behind her, kneeling down until she was closer to her son.
“Darling.” She cooed. “Were you… singing?” surely that was what it was supposed to be? The boy looked at her happily and with a lot of pride: she had recognized it! And opened his mouth to start singing again.
Yes, it was him making the noise. The sound that was so completely off tune it really couldn’t be considered anything more than… pollution. But still. There was an expression of such joy and concentration on his face that she couldn’t really laugh at him.
A couple of minutes later she came back into the office to find that the agent had left. Well, that was better then, anyways: she had no interest in contracts and the little things when it came to getting the groups.
“What was that sound?” Marc asked, getting up from his side of the desk to walk over and reach for her hands, bringing them up so that he could hold them together in his grasp.
Mara laughed then, the pent up laughter from before finally given space to sing. “It was Caspien.” Her lips quirked into another smile as she watched his face turn to one of worry. “Oh, there’s nothing wrong with him.” Well, she wasn’t sure if being tone deaf counted as being wrong. “He was singing.”
Marc’s expression was one of confusion for a while. “But he’s a song.”
Mara nodded. “It seems some songs can be tune deaf, if it comes to anything other than their original song.” She laughed again, and this time she was joined by Marc as they shook their heads. She moved closer to him so that she was almost basking in his heat. “I didn’t have the heart to tell hm.”
Marc shrugged. “Maybe he’ll get better?” there was hope in his voice. A boy raised in a jazz bar who was tone deaf? Inconceivable!
Mara smiled. “I hope so.”
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Posted: Fri Aug 14, 2009 10:13 pm
~~EVERYBODY WANTS TO BE A CAT~~
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H20
Caspien liked to think that he was better than all the other plebeians, that there was something that set him apart Granted, there were a couple of others who almost reached his level. The special children who had odd features, the ones that Mara seemed to get so excited about every time she met their parents. So being so special, being better than the rest, he didn’t really understand why the love of his life was making him to this.
Go. Swimming.
In a public pool.
Caspien let out a yowl as he was dragged into the water by a strong pair of arms. This wasn’t right! His tail was soaking wet and had the most disgusting habit of trailing at the bottom of the pool, occasionally kissing the ground whenever it was close enough. Plus, he was sure (sure) there was something in that water. Something ugly and nefarious with big teeth that wanted nothing more than to chomp his beautiful tail off…
“I don’t think he’s enjoying this much.” Was Mara’s doubtful voice. She followed the pair into the water in a raspberry colored bikini, narrowly avoiding a pair of torpedo bullets: children racing each other in the public pool.
“Every child needs to learn how to swim.” Marc started. He had bought the little life savers especially for Caspien in a matching shade of blue to his eyes. But the boy didn’t seem to appreciate it at all. The mane of his white hair was looking a little bit droopy- soggy almost, due to the humidity of the heat and the water around him.
“I’m not sure he counts as a child.” She looked around the pool with narrowed eyes behind a pair of purple shades. “I like the idea of having him among so many people, but…”
“I’m sure he’ll get to like it more.” Marc soothed the woman.
At his words almost as if to mock the little cat boy that was in the water, two children jumped off the ledge and landed a hair too close to the little family, sending off cascades of water that ended up almost swallowing the little child. Water ended up in his ears and his eyes and his mouth… and worst of all, all over his hair.
He was wet. Soaking.
There was nothing gentle about the yowl that filled the air then. In fact, there was something extremely too pissed off about it to have either Marc or Mara comment on the state of the hair. Marc wondered then if maybe the feline side of Caspien’s appearance was too fully integrated into his personality: but surely that couldn’t be it? Surely there was more to this?
He was wet! This was utterly and completely unforgivable! With a wounded look at the two adults who were supposed to take care of him, he flailed his little arms and tried to get at his hair. Nononononono! This was horrible! He was going to melt now and turn into a puddle of gorgeous wet fur. No one was going to love him any more…
Mara watched the little commotion with a slight smile. “Maybe he’ll enjoy the slides more?” there were a couple which required an adult to accompany the child, and this had all been Marc’s idea after all. “The speed and stuff…” for a kid who liked to enjoy new experiences, there was something wrong about the vehement nature in which he seemed to treat this water land. It had been such a good idea as well, on paper.
Marc took this as a hint and carried Caspien off to one of the water slides, hoping at least this would placate the little boy long enough to make this a more enjoyable outing. There was something so basically ‘family’ about the whole idea, that he wanted to enjoy himself. How often was it that a single man could do something like this with a woman he cared about, and a little boy he felt responsible over? Well… many times probably, but most men would probably go running in the opposite direction then.
“Come on simba.” Marc coerced, holding him close as he ascended the ladder. “You’ll enjoy this. I used to love doing this as a child.”
Caspien highly doubted that. Sticking his tongue out and letting a plaintive meow, he looked around the narrow tunnel with unease. Just what was this man going to make him go through now? This looked completely and utterly like some kind of death trap! Not good. Not good at all.
They were trying to kill him. He was sure of that.
As Marc placed the little boy in front of him and got in the tunnel behind him, Caspien felt a little bit more reassured. There. If they were going t die, they were going to die together! The man did something with his legs then that caused them to push through the tunnel and…
Woah woah woah.
This was epic!
They were travelling what seemed to be faster than the speed of light! Zoom zoom zoom! It was epic, the feel of the wind against his face and the speed and the sloshing of the water. There was very little water in this tunnel, just enough to carry him safely to the end and WOOOOAH.
They landed with a big splash at the end, sunlight blinding him for a second as he went under water. But he didn’t mind too much now. No, when it was accompanied by that space race, it was perfect! It was a good ending.
As they emerged from the water, he let out a happy croon of delight. LOOK!
Mara waded over to the two boys who seemed to have had a good time, from the way they were laughing with each other. She smirked as she saw the delighted way Caspien motioned to the slide again.
“See, I told you this was a good idea.” Marc’s voice was smug. But he deserved it, this time around.
“I think the little boy wants to go again.”
Caspien nodded. Water wasn’t so bad after all.
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Posted: Fri Aug 14, 2009 10:16 pm
~~EVERYBODY WANTS TO BE A CAT~~
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IVY~~
RP in the guild.
Went with Kaydence to a tavern that has been making the news with their amazing food and service. Who would have guessed that one of their staff would have a child from Rethe as well?! Caspien and Dae together is... not a good idea. Love the boy and the mother but might be better to keep them apart until Caspien can speak. I think it's a simple misunderstanding between the two? But it's too competitive for this mother to deal with day in and day out.
Cian's child is the most beautiful little girl I have seen to date. Heard the song on youtube and I have to admit I am a little bit worried; will the child end up turning out like the song? I... wish the man all the luck then. Thank goodness Caspien's song is at least PG in intentions. I think my little boy is infatuated with the little girl.
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Posted: Thu Sep 03, 2009 7:52 am
~~EVERYBODY WANTS TO BE A CAT~~
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Cat's Worry
Caspien watched his mother pace the room with a cigarette in her hand, her gaze sullen and a little bit more pensive than usual. There was something on her mind, something serious. She was never this serious when she could help herself. So he watched, unable to react and respond to such a tenor in the house and instead decided to bide his time. She’d share whatever was on her mind eventually—hopefully before she smoked through the pack of cigarettes again and left him to buy more.
He watched as she walked into the different rooms of the home, wincing as he heard her slam the doors. Caspien was bigger now: he knew how to open and close doors himself, and usually she was so angry when he did the same thing. He could understand now though, why it made her so angry. It was terribly loud wasn’t it? Terribly loud and terribly frightening. The big contralto BANG of the door tasted like rusty nails in his mouth, and he didn’t like the sensation one bit.
He let out a confused murr and slid off the couch, padding silently towards the direction of the kitchen. Mara was worried about something, and when she was worried she was scary. He didn’t like the feeling of being scared one bit, and besides… she was here for him, wasn’t she? If she was so worried all the time, she didn’t have as much time for him anymore.
“Me?”
He spoke then, quietly. He’d been speaking for a while but hadn’t really understand that no one had understood his words, not really. Sometimes they understood the meaning and intent behind his words, but that was about it. He was picking it up though: the language of the big ones. He liked to think he was picking it up quickly, but the only ones he spoke to were Mara and Marc. And from the get go, they’d always been able to understand him.
“Me?” he asked again. Me, the first word he had spoken really. It was such an important, nice word that seemed to get everything he needed across. He was here, to help her. He was here to be noticed. He was… well. He was right here, so it would be nice to have her focus on him for the change.
Mara looked down from where she had been pouring herself a big glass of red wine and let out a little giggle. She reached down and picked him up, placing him on the table beside her and tweaked one of his ears with her fingers. Caspien let out a happy little purr as he continued to watch her, his ears twitching with questions. See? He knew how to focus some of his attentions onto others. He was doing that right now.
“Oh Casp.” She looked at the bottle of wine she had placed on the counter with a distracted gaze and sighed, shaking her head. It caused the hair she normally had tied in a tight chignon to ruffle over her shoulders, and he crooned at her, reaching out to pat it. He was concerned whenever this big one acted like this, because it meant bad news. “It’s nothing you can help with.”
Well, that was a little bit insulting. Something he couldn’t help with? But Caspien could help with everything. He could! So he tilted his head and repeated his most important word again. “Me?” he asked, big eyes batting at her.
She laughed then, and some of the nasty tension in the house eased at the laughter. There. That was better. He smiled smugly as he shook out his hair as well, patting at it for a moment with distracted fingers. He liked to do this when he was thinking: pat his hair. He’d seen Marc do something similar too, run his fingers through dark hair. But Caspien’s ears got in the way when he tried.
“It’s just money issues sweet.” She said with the same distracted tone as she raised the glass to her lips, taking a long, drafty swallow that made him wonder just what that red depths held to make adults like it so much. Maybe it was like milk. Or, (his favorite) grape soda. He bet it was grape soda for adults. “Just money issues, space issues, house issues.” She sighed then in such a way that had him frown at her, not liking the desperation.”But don’t worry your pretty little head about it: I’m talking to Marc about it tomorrow, and we’ll be able to figure something out.”
He wondered if she would be able to figure something out, or if it was going to end in tears. She never cried (except for that one time when HBO had been playing Armageddon.) and so he frowned, letting out a soft purr of distress.
“It’ll be fine my little prince.” She laughed then, a mixture of surprise and delight. “But you’re worried for me, aren’t you? You’re actually worried.”
Well, of course he was. This annoyed Caspien a little bit as he frowned up at her, almost scowling as he shook his head. If she was unwell he was unwell wasn’t he? And if she worried it meant he couldn’t leave the house and see all the new sights and taste all that amazing food. Silly creature, to actually say something like that.
“Don’t worry about it. I’ll deal with it tomorrow.” Another tweak of the ear now, this time a longer one accompanied by a pet in the head. He enjoyed this, and he closed his eyes and let out a happy little purr as he leaned into the hand. Sure, Mara could do this to him all the time, any time.
Well, if she was okay then, and if she was feeling better… he supposed that was all that mattered now. Feeling as if he had just accomplished a very long and dangerous mission, he let out a curious little purr as he leaned towards the fridge.
Maybe Mara would reward him with some of that grape soda.
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Posted: Thu Sep 03, 2009 8:10 am
~~EVERYBODY WANTS TO BE A CAT~~
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FINANCIAL WORRIES
Mara nursed a glass of dark red wine in her hand and stared at the computer screen with a frown. She had just checked in on Caspien, and now the house was hers again. There was no sound of a child walking around, no whisper of a man caring for said son. It was the home she remembered from before the orb had entered her life, from before Caspien had opened his baby blue eyes and had smiled up at her. It was a funny thing, memory. She had spent more time in this little apartment alone than with a family, and yet it felt as if she had been with Caspien forever. As if the time alone had never existed in this world.
Funny, and a little bit creepy.
With thoughts lodged in her head that refused to budge, she set the wine glass down on the desk with her, staring at the empty word document she had opened in front of her. It felt silly, typing out her thoughts onto the screen in front of her eyes. She had deleted so many versions, so many half started entries since Caspien had come into her life. But this pressing burden wouldn’t be appeased by simple mathematics of typing and deleting. These thoughts demanded to be written down and saved.
Mara was tired. She was bone weary, achingly tired and she wanted to type it all out. She wanted to let the world know just what exactly what had her so worried so that she couldn’t sleep. She opened up another document and closed her eyes. She’d type this time. She’d type it all out and rant to the willing and eager laptop in front of her.
Maybe it’d make her feel better.
Mara Evans Dear Diary, Caspien speaks now, as if he is growing. He is, really. Some of the old clothes don’t fit and I’ve been forced to buy him some new underwear: funny how that’s the first thing to be outgrown. I’ve spoken to Abbie and she says it sounds like he’s finally entering toddlerhood. I don’t know about finally: it seems too soon in my point of view. But that’s not why I’m writing. I’ve been thinking seriously about the future. I’ve been planning my finances, and wondering if I can support a child. A teenager. God. College fees?! At the salary right now and with the rate I’m saving money (which is to say… almost nothing) there will be no future. I need to speak to Marc about getting a raise, a promotion of some sorts or (god help me) another job. Marc considers Caspien to be his responsibility, for some odd reason… but it feels strange. He’s not my husband nor Caspien’s father so I cannot rely on him for the future. Maybe little things along the way, but nothing as big and extreme as… tuition. God. Tuition. How am I going to do this? I’ve been thinking about other things as well. Like the house. It’s not being enough for two people, and while it might do right now since Caspien is so small, when he grows larger I’m going to need bigger space. When he goes to school… god how am I going to find a desk? How am I going to find an educational institution that will be willing to take in a child like Caspien? It’s real life worries that haunt my head these nights, and while a glass or two of wine has been helping, I know I can’t keep this up forever. After all: I need to face reality and find some real, permanent solution. Everything revolves back to money. To space. The cutest thing happened though. I think Caspien sensed my worry because he came by and tried to talk to me. But what sort of mother would I be if I could not handle even this by myself? It’s sweet though: he really isn’t just a baby any more, and I know things will change once he starts to come into himself. Caspien has always had a very… vibrant personality as a baby. Constantly sniffing things and going after objects and people. But he’s developing a little bit more of a personality now as well. He’s learning, evolving: and it’s fascinating to watch. It’s like a science project going off right in front of my eyes, and I don’t know how to react to it. Mio keeps telling me to think about investments, and stocks and savings account but all of it makes my head spin. She’s promised to introduce me to her friend of hers who is just a natural when it comes to things like this: it’s complete, foreign territory and I don’t know what to do. It terrifies me, the things involved in rearing a child. The cold hearted logic that needs to take place behind all of it: who knew, really? Who knew?! I feel like snapping. I’m speaking to Marc about it soon, but then even after there’ll be time needed to put whatever plan I have into action. I don’t know if I can take this for much longer, really. I need a solution now. I need something to be figured out as soon as possible for myself. For Caspien. I want only the best for my little boy, and I know I’ll work hard to provide the best for my little boy… but who would have known that it would take so long and that it would be so difficult to do something that feels so natural? Caspien sleeps like a little baby: he still smells like a little baby. I don’t want him to grow too quickly. I don’t want to lose him to sentient thought and independence too soon. But I suppose every mother feels this way. Every single mother has the same pressing worries… God. I’m going to refill my glass and maybe get some sleep while it’s still dark outside. Maybe things will work itself out while I sleep. Hah.
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~~EVERYBODY WANTS TO BE A CAT~~
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