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 Posted: Fri Apr 01, 2011 7:25 pm
 Welcome to the Parker and Dellacroce household~ The house has two stories, the second being smaller than the first. Three bedrooms and one bathroom are on the second floor as well as an office. One the first floor is the master suit, a half bath for guests, the kitchen, the living room, and the workout/ballet room. Parker sleeps down stairs and Tera and Milly sleep upstairs on opposite side of the hallway.
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Posted: Fri Apr 01, 2011 9:16 pm
"Really Milly, this is ridiculous." Parker sat at the round table in the kitchen drinking his usual cup of coffee, his green eyes following his sister's movements around the kitchen. Milly was busy drying the dishes she had just washed and putting them away in the cupboard. Sure they were probably clean but they had been in boxes and Milly was a bit OCD about that kind of thing. "Come on Jonathan. It was an invite from the Mayor's brother. As a new member of the police force you really should attend. Besides, it will give you a head start on meeting the islands citizens in a non forceful manner."
Parker rolled his eyes behind his coffee cup, but couldn't hide the snort. It hadn't even been twenty four hours and Milly was already telling him what to do and who to hang out with. It was going to be a strained couple of days until Tera showed up and could be a buffer between the two siblings. Standing up her moved to the sink and rinsed his cup, placing it on the counter top. "I'll think about it."
After Parker had left the Kitchen Milly turned to watch him go. She wasn't about to tell him that she had heard the Mayor and his brother were absolute nut jobs that would probably have him killed if he didn't attend, or atleast, thats what little she heard about them had lead her to believe. Shaking her head at her brothers retreating form she turned back to the sink to finish the dishes.
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High-functioning Marshmallow
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Posted: Tue Apr 12, 2011 3:40 am
 The home itself was quite pretty, Hyacinth had briefly noted when she first appeared at the front door. The stone walls and large windows reminded her of her lighthouse pleasantly enough, but she didn't stand around very long to admire the place. She had work to get done and fast – she wasn't sure how much time she had before the sun would rise and ruin her timing~! ..Well, it was a good many hours before that, but the fairy was always in a hurry to remain on schedule, no matter how perfectly on it she tended to be. She 'poof'ed just inside the home, checking the quiet home for any signs of an intruder. But, it was just as peaceful as she had predicted, so she glided on up the stairs and turned directly into Emily's room. Was she sleeping? ..Good. Hyacinth found a flat surface to set her jar of fireflies which worked as a rather pretty nightlight for the night-time scene of the bedroom. On top of which was a pale green envelope addressed to Emily Parker.
“ I have high hopes for you, Emily. You seem to be an intelligent, hard-working human, however you do need improvement in your attitude. I understand that working with a Chrysanthemum is difficult – another of mine seems to be having this issue as well – but, I assure you, that it is more so your own fault than his. Working harder to surpass such an individual should be your current goal and I hope to see you do such in the future. Your best potential would be only increased if you chose to interact with Milinda Romane and improve your relationship with this woman. I wish the best of luck to you, Emily.”
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Posted: Thu Aug 11, 2011 7:25 am
-Carnation-
The next on the list would be a certain police officer who had become a hermit these days. Well he was always a hermit, something that drove the fairy crazy, but what could you do? Perhaps set his pillow on fire? nah that's too extreme. Parker was just anti-social, he worked, and took care of his son... sometimes... Lately Ilex had been feeling bad for the kid's mother. It is so easy to pin the blame on Jonathan, but he's her responsibility, so she defended him... Still he was too much of a hermit and that had to change. "Why do humans have so much stuff?" wondered the fairy as she slipped inside the home and took a gander at everything inside. The place was cozy in it's own way, including the cat-cat? ...Why was the cat awake? Well Carnation didn't know but she wasn't going to waste her time there, so poofing away left the feline confused just enough for the fairy to drop the letter addressed to Jonathan Parker and a lilac scented candle in a nearby chair in the male's room. With that, the fire fairy disappeared into the night, and off to her next home, for this one would have a few other visits soon enough.
Dear Jonathan~
Oh kid... well you had socialized, but then you went back to hermit mode! That's not acceptable! Come on man! You're good looking, you got... some sort of charm, heck you might even be fun! But you need to do something! You get points for keeping the island safe but... come on, do it for your son! Who better get part looks and charm, but not social skills... Let's make it easy! Go for a jog shirtless! That's bound to get some attention! Or go for a drink or something! It's a shame for you meat sacks not to do anything with your lives... so I order you to do so! Now! In fact start by going to the Hot Springs and pay tribute to me mister!
From your fiery leader...
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Posted: Thu Aug 11, 2011 7:45 am
-Iris-
Next on her list was a little girl, that wasn't so little anymore. Oh how children grew and gave you more responsibilities! Luckily enough hers was only a day a year responsibilities. Well the kid didn't cause any troubles, so she wasn't something that needed constant watch... like Finnian! Once she was inside the home, Iris recalled a familiar feeling in the home. Was it that another fairy (Carnation) was already here? No... that wasn't it... Was it hunger? No... It didn't take but a meow for Iris to remember what it was... Ezra, the cat from the bowels of some warm place. After a second of useless staring the three minute chase before Iris remembered who was in power here and poofed to the girl's room, leaving Ezra baffled, was done. Another year~ Another home~ Another survival~ Well somewhat anyways. She stopped at the vanity in the room, leaving a letter addressed to Teralynn Dellacroce with a grape Popsicle on a plate next to it. Now the letter was quite artistic itself, as the whole message was written to form an odd shape, this one seemed to be the outline of a dress. Of course instead of clean lines, it was words! With this home done, and another life or death imitation situation experienced, she was off to the next home.
Dear Teralynn~
It looks like Ezra is still around... he's sweet don't get me wrong... but he does act like he's possessed sometimes dear. Maybe there's an exorcist around here you could take him to? The priest here could be of help... That is if you left the house at all. I have seen you help out with your brother's son, why don't you do that more often? You can show off all those cute little outfits you've been working on! Oh especially the dark one! It's not creepy at all! Don't listen to your sister, it is the colors that make it such an ambient for silence and gruesome death~ So pretty~
From your icy illusion...
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Posted: Sun Aug 14, 2011 6:43 pm
The second to last house on her list was that of Emily Parker, although the woman apparently lived with more than just herself. None of them were her concern, though, so Hyacinth hardly remembered the names of her siblings or lovers or children – it mattered not. She was among her average followers and, to exhibit that, she immediately found a table within the home to set a large jar full of flickering fireflies, holes melded into the top that were too small to allow the insects out, but large enough to give them the air they needed to survive. Beside the luminescent jar, Hyacinth set a pale green envelope with the name 'Emily Parker' written atop in neat, cursive – almost appearing as if it was done by a computer rather than a small fairy. Hyacinth stepped back to admire the work and assure herself it was completely done before she left back to her last stop.
“ Hello, Emily. I have seen little of you in the last year, so I will be brief as there is little I can think of saying. Your work is well-done and although I believe you should be more active in your duties, I find nothing inherently wrong with your techniques. However. You do not appear to have any true goal in life. Your works are apparently mechanic and, as a doctor, there is no worse profession for you to lose your motivation. I believe you need to remind yourself the reasons you have taken the steps you have in your life, Emily, and, perhaps, it will better yourself in your life, work, and personal stability. It may also do you well to garner trust from your subordinate, such as Milinda, and remember yourself to be her superior. But, this should not extend to outside of work – obtaining a friendship from a coworker can lead to mistakes, especially in your field. If you are in dire need of companionship, there is Zori, Neil, and Romane, all of which would be decent friends, although Zori is in definite need of self-betterment. Pay me a visit should you need anything, Emily, I am always ready for a visit.”
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High-functioning Marshmallow
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