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Post by caroline on Jan 16, 2011 20:47:58 GMT -5
Caroline moved around anxiously as her Mommy went looking through stupid purses. She wanted to look at toys or a dress or something! She wouldn’t mind so much if Mommy would let her have a purse, but being as that was not the case, Caroline held no interest in them. She spun around in circles, bumping into shelves and random objects, making a display of sunglasses wobble a moment, causing her Mommy’s sharp, cold blue eyes to glare at her until the case stilled. Caroline stood completely still, heart pounding hard in her little chest until the thing stopped moving and Mommy stopped glaring. When Mommy’s attention was turned back to the purses, Caroline began dancing around again in boredom. She wanted to go look around some more, not sit in this stupid old people’s store. “Mommy, can we go look at toys?!” Caroline whined finally stopping and staring up expectantly at her Mommy who was so absorbed in talking to a saleswoman about “knowing real designer products when she sees them” or something to that extent and something about prices…Boring stuff…And she only murmured something that sounded like agreement to Caroline.
“C’mon, Lydia! Toys!” Caroline sang, grabbing her baby sister’s hand and pulling her along, squeezing past big people legs and accidentally bumping into a display of perfumes that fell and broke on the floor (easily blamed on another woman passing by…They said her purse must have ran into them and she had to pay for them all). Caroline Elizabeth Boelyn paid her no mind, and hardly noticed anything going on around her. She was a focused and determined seven year old who wanted a new Rapunzel doll. And she’d convince Mommy to get her one and one for Lydia, as long as it wasn’t Rapunzel…They had to be different. Caroline didn’t like being copied and didn’t like having the same exact things as her baby sister. Mentally, Caroline was considering strategies…Guilt trips, lying, crying, something that would make their Mommy buy them something. Of course, Caroline wasn’t around her Mommy as she was Auntie Della, so she wasn’t sure what would work.
“Keep up, Lydiaaaaa!” Caroline sang , beginning to skip instead of walk, her braid flying behind her and slapping into her back every time it came back down. Her braid was long and fell all the way down to her bum just like she liked it…She wanted long hair like Rapunzel! And she’d put down her hair for Prince Charming (better be Brayden or she was breaking up with him) and he had to sing her “Sweet Caroline” before she did that. It was an old song, but it had her name in it and she was named after it so it was her all time favorite song. “Why are three year olds so slooooow?” Caroline complained, pulling Lydia along. She glanced back at her sister, just in time to run right into a pair of long legs. Caroline squeaked and fell down onto her bum, clinging onto Lydia’s hand for aid. She glared up at the man, with the same eyes as her mother pulled into the same glare. Her lips formed an angry pout as she looked up at him, irritated for his disruption. “Hey! That wasn’t very nice!”
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Post by lydia on Jan 16, 2011 22:58:31 GMT -5
 & Now and then when I see her faceShe takes me away to the special place• • • • • • • • • • •Lydia couldn't be happier. A day at the mall with her Mommy and Cara was perfect in her book. She had been stuck in the house all morning, waiting for everyone to get ready. She had tried very hard to be patient, but it really was hard, knowing what was going to happen today. Luckily, Della put in "The Swan Princess" for her to watch before she got out of hand, which didn't happen often.
Lydia was a quiet girl, and usually shy, even sometimes around her own mother. She was a bit better around her Aunt Della, but she was only completely herself around her sister. She loved playing with Cara more than anything in the world.
Cara was being restless while Mommy looked at purses. Lydia didn't have her stroller today, so she was allowed to look around, but she stayed close and didn't do much. Mommy didn't take them out very often, and Lydia didn't want it to be because she was naughty. She sucked her thumb hard, stroking a purse lightly, careful not to make it fall. Cara knocked into something, and Lydia froze while Mommy glared at her harshly. She hated that look more than anything.
When Mommy turned away, Cara begged to look at toys, and to their surprise, Mommy said yes. Lydia couldn't contain her excitement no matter how hard she tried.
"Yaaayyyyy!!" she cried, running awkwardly after Cara. She grasped her sister's hand tightly, running to keep up with her and breathing rapidly. Eventually, Cara let her hand go and ran faster.
"Waaaiiitt!" Lydia begged, her voice jagged as her feet slapped the ground and jarred her tiny weight. Suddenly Cara fell, and Lydia looked up to see a very tall man standing there. Cara yelled at him for pushing her, and Lydia gasped and squatted behind her sister, her face crumpling into tears.
She was so scared... where was Mommy?
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Post by royce on Jan 17, 2011 2:45:09 GMT -5
  I NEED ANOTHER STORY. SOMETHING TO GET OFF MY CHEST.I'M GONNA GIVE ALL MY SECRETS AWAY.TELL ME WHAT YOU WANT TO HEAR. SOMETHING THAT WAS LIKE THOSE YEARS.------------------------------------------------------------------Royce Conan Gallagher had only been back in Manhattan for a few months. It was the middle of January, and the temperature hovered just above freezing. The sky was slate gray, the ground was wet with melting snow, and a few small heaps of blackened slush still dotted the curbs. It was ugly, cold, and wet... and to Royce it was the most beautiful place in the world.
Almost half of Royce's life had been spent in an underground headquarters, the location of which even he didn't know for sure. An organization that had called itself "Anarkhia Potis" was out to destroy the American government and hopefully bring itself enough power to do away with governments in other parts of the globe. It had killed Royce's family and enslaved him for ten years. He had only been able to escape twice, and had returned to Diana each time. He was surprised that she had taken him back, and incredibly grateful, but dared not tell her about the reason for his disappearances, for fear of what would become of her if she knew. After he escaped the last time, the AP found out about Diana and threatened to kill her if Royce ever escaped again.
Fortunately, the military finally learned of the location of the AP headquarters. They ambushed the organization, leaving no stone unturned and taking everyone hostage. It would have taken an act of divine intervention for someone to escape, which Royce just so happened to have. He was the demigod child of Hermes, the Greek god of thievery and travel, and as such was very good at sneaking by beneath people's noses. It was a talent that had caused the AP to notice him in the first place, and he had been sent on countless missions to spy on conversations and meetings, or to steal documents or other valuables. During the raid, Royce had managed to slip away and find his way back to Manhattan, where he dared to hope he would still find Diana.
Of course, there was nothing to say that she hadn't moved on, out of the city or state or even the country. And there was nothing to say that she hadn't moved on romantically... Royce had had good reason for leaving the way he did, and was only protecting her by keeping that reason a secret, but Diana didn't know that. She could have come up with any number of explanations on her own, and it really would have made sense for her to find someone else... but there was a part of Royce that just refused to give up hope.
He found himself wandering around the Manhattan mall, stopping into JC Penney to look at a few new clothes. He didn't have many that were good for just your casual, everyday activities, and he was here to pick some up. He wanted to look nice for Diana when he saw her again... if he saw her again, he forced himself to think. He felt foolish for scouring the area for her everywhere he went, but that was what he did. Anyone who even remotely resembled her received a second glance-over.
Royce was in the men's section, conveniently located between the purses and the children's clothes and toys, looking over ties when something bounced off of his leg. He paused in midstep, looking down in surprise at a little girl who wasted no time in chastising him. He would have smiled in amusement, had her serious glare not rang a bell in his head. He would have sworn that...
Just then, a flicker of movement caught his eye, and he shifted his gaze just in time to see another, smaller girl duck out of sight behind the first.
"I'm sorry, Miss," he finally said, realizing the older of the two was expecting some sort of compensation on his part, even if it had only been an accident. He smiled warmly and offered his hand to help her up. "I don't suppose you two lovely ladies would be on your way to the toy department, would you?" he asked with a knowing wink.
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Post by caroline on Jan 17, 2011 8:58:51 GMT -5
Caroline Elizabeth Boelyn was only seven years old, and possibly the most clumsy one ever. Already today she had run into several items and had even run into this man’s legs. It wasn’t much of anyone’s fault, as neither had been paying much attention, but Caroline was just fine with blaming the man, seeing as he was bigger than her and she didn’t know him. At least she had an excuse. Like all demigods, she was dyslexic and ADHD, so her attention span was, of course, not so great. She was always jumpy and in such a place with many racks and shelves and people clustered together, it was almost impossible not to run into something. At least in Caroline’s case. She wasn’t sure if Lydia had gone off running into things, but she highly doubted it. She only recalled herself causing commotion enough to irritate Mommy.
She was content just sitting on the floor, arms folded over her chest expectantly as she glared up at the man. Auntie Della had told her she looked like Mommy when she did that, a fact that pleased Caroline, and considering how scary Mommy’s glare was, she figured this was an appropriate time to put it to good use…She couldn’t eve give it to Mommy or Auntie Della…She was afraid of glaring at Mommy and loved her too much to be mean to her. And Auntie Della just got all fidgety and sometimes cried. Today, however, it was being put to good use as the man excused himself and the glare easily melted away in a bright, beautiful smile. “Perfectly alright, sir!” she announced politely, if not somewhat dramatically as she stood up and brushed off her skirt. She then turned around and sighed at Lydia. “Stop being such a baby,” she grumbled, grabbing her little sister’s hand.
Her blue eyes grew wide at the stranger man’s question. “Ooooh! Are you psycho or whatever its called?” she asked eagerly, bouncing. “We werrrre! Mommy said we could so I was going to go find a Rapunzel doll and make her buy it for me! See? I look like Rapunzel,” she said, turning around to show him how long her hair was before spinning back and skipping closer to him. “Do you know where it is? We’ve been walking foreverrrrrr!” she said, bouncing on her feet eagerly. Auntie Della always said never to talk to strangers, but Caroline had a good feeling about this guy. And she had heard Mommy mention something about “their kind” needing to trust their instincts or something of that nature, and it was enough to convince Caroline that this was a perfectly fine idea.
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Post by royce on Jan 20, 2011 15:02:21 GMT -5
I NEED ANOTHER STORY. SOMETHING TO GET OFF MY CHEST.I'M GONNA GIVE ALL MY SECRETS AWAY.TELL ME WHAT YOU WANT TO HEAR. SOMETHING THAT WAS LIKE THOSE YEARS.------------------------------------------------------------------ Royce laughed while the little girl let him off the hook with a bright smile, announcing regally that everything was perfectly all right. He wasn't one of those people who just loved kids, but it wasn't like he hated them. He just didn't care much one way or the other. There was something about this little girl, though, something he liked very much. Something that was almost... familiar.
The older girl muttered a chastisement to her sister, who had been hiding behind her and who looked like she was about to cry. She couldn't be any older than four... she was probably frightened. Royce felt a bit bad about that, and offered her a friendly smile while her older sister yanked her to her feet.
Once on her feet, the toddler sniffed loudly and furrowed her brow, trying not to cry. She did, however, make sure she stayed placed behind her sister, who was obviously much more outgoing. The older girl bounced on her feet, excited, asking him if he was "psycho," though he was sure she meant "psychic." Royce chuckled at that and let her prattle on about how their mother had let them go to the toy department to look for a new doll. The young girl had her heart set on Rapunzel, because she was convinced that with hair that reached nearly all the way down her spine, she looked like her. She whirled around to show off her long braid, then asked him excitedly if he knew where the toy department was. Apparently the two sisters had had some trouble finding it.
"Hmmm..." Royce murmured, looking around for some sort of directional sign hanging from the ceiling. He spotted one a little ways away, and through squinting his eyes could make out the word "TOYS." "I suppose I could point you in the right direction," Royce said, grinning at the little girl. He wasn't sure where her mother was, or what she would think about her daughters talking to strangers... He didn't see anyone around, and if the mother did show, he could simply explain what had happened.
"It's this way," Royce told them, walking toward the sign and making sure to keep a slow enough pace that the two little ones could keep up with his otherwise long strides. He hadn't been to the Manhattan mall in quite a few years, and the department store was almost entirely unfamiliar to him, but he should be able to find the toy department all right. Even if the little girls were total strangers, it would be nice to help them out.
A turn or two later, Royce spotted the bright colors and stacked shelves of the toy department. "Here we are!" he announced, nodding to the array of toys.
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