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Post by Bee on Jul 25, 2008 15:11:51 GMT -5
Helena quite liked the sound of this Seth person. She doubted she would get anywhere with Mom in the room, though. Unless Mom wanted in on the action.
And that would just be awkward.
She sneaked a glance at her mother. She wondered how drunk she was. Probably she had been drunk all day, but Mom handled her liquor well, after all these years. Mom was a very high-functioning alcoholic. But if she lost inhibitions, perhaps Mom would let them do something truly fun--which she never had a problem with, usually, unless she wanted to just rain all over Helena's happy drunk parade.
"So, Mom," she said brightly. "I'm gonna...go get some of those happy little umbrellas to put in the drinks, you know, to make them all pretty and happy."
She was actually hunting for some of Mom's weed, which she kept well-hidden. Helena had no particular fondness for the stuff, but she figured it was only polite to offer something nice to the guest, and mixing intoxicants always doubled the fun.
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Post by Bee on Jul 25, 2008 15:27:05 GMT -5
Mnem watched her daughter's retreating back for several moments with an incredulous frown. Helena was quite a bit more brainless than she had always assumed if she thought she was fooling anyone. But Mnem wasn't in the mood to hunt her down.
"Please don't think she got any of that from my side of the family. Her father's genes were terribly defective, I'm afraid. Most of her siblings are just as bad off." In different ways. Though judging by how loud and excitable Saethre appeared to be--especially when smashed--she might have what it took to put up with Helena on a constant basis. That anyone had what it took to tolerate Helena was a mildly horrifying thought. Mnem would just need to make sure that the otter girl was kept at low-level inebriation all the time, and that would provide the necessary fortitude.
Mnem wrinkled her nose suddenly. "Do you smell smoke?"
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Post by Greenie on Jul 29, 2008 21:56:27 GMT -5
Saethre lounged on the chair, her tail happily hanging off the side and swinging back and forth to a song only she could hear. "Umbrellas?" She questioned, "Sweet, those are awesome. Can I have a blue one? To match my fur." Strictly speaking, Saethre had little fur - it was more like fuzz - but she called it fur anyways. It always made her feel better when Mia complained about having to groom himself, anyways. Silly ferret.
At Mnem's words, the otter swung her gaze back to the woman. Such pretty colored hair. "Oh, dun worry," She started, doing her best not to slur her words, "My family's pretty funked up. Helena's nothin, I'm telling you. If she's not a multi-colored otter with three eyes that speaks in haikus when she gets bored.. I'm good, man." Saethre then wrinkled her nose and expelled the image of Chiari from her brain.
"Smoke?" Sae took a tenative sniff, then frowned. "Yeah. Is that bad?"
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Post by Bee on Aug 28, 2008 0:13:42 GMT -5
"Likely," Mnem said dryly. One of these days she was going to need to introduce Saethre to the rest of the kids--on second thought, that was probably a terrible idea. She didn't want to present her children with any more partners in crime for any kind of satanic activity. They got up to enough of that on their own.
She got out of her chair and reluctantly left her drink on the table--Helena had such a way of killing joy, Mnem might be compelled to call it her only talent. Best to investigate whatever fool nonsense the girl was getting up to this time, before it resulted in wide-spread destruction or someone dead. The smell of smoke was not a good sign.
"Come along, dear," she told the otter. "With any luck this will result in a couple of dead children. Nothing personal against you, of course. You know how it goes."
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Post by Bee on Aug 28, 2008 0:26:20 GMT -5
Helena had really just meant to light the stupid joint and get a good, calming buzz going before she rejoined the life-sucking vortex of her mother's company, but she had somehow missed the damn thing and now Mom's bed was on fire, which she was not going to be pleased about in the least. Mom skimped out on most things in the apartment, but when it came to her personal space, everything was luxury.
Helena may as well throw herself on the burning bed, and gods save her if any of the plants caught fire, because then Mom would hunt her down in hell for the sweet opportunity to kill her over and over and over again for all eternity.
"Nothing to see here!" she yelled, trying to fan out the fire--which seemed to have the opposite of the intended effect. Oh dear gods no. "Um. Move along!"
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Post by Kiki on Aug 29, 2008 9:27:22 GMT -5
Bee and Greenie receive 1 tokens each, to be redeemed in Ashwin's Shoppe.
This will automatically be added to your recorded totals in the shoppe.
Congratulations, and keep up the good RP!
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Post by Greenie on Dec 29, 2008 1:11:37 GMT -5
Saethre followed Mnem with a furrowed brow, only to find out that it was nothing: Helena wasn't on fire, so therefore it was boring, and she hadn't set anything overly important on fire, either.
The otter promptly lost interest. If you weren't burning feathers - preferably still on someone's body - it wasn't fun to watch. She had a personal preference of trying to burn the webbing on her brothers' paws, but that was purely situational, of course.
A few hours later, thoroughly drunk but highly satisfied, the otter stumbled out of Mnem's household clutching a tiny, green little umbrella in one of her paws. She wasn't sure if she knew how to get home - where was home? did she live anywhere? why did she have blue on her fur, was she painting? - but figured if she walked far enough, she'd find somewhere to sleep somewhere.
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Post by Bee on Dec 29, 2008 21:35:51 GMT -5
Mnem had amused herself with supplying Saethre with ever-more alcohol after she had finished spouting off every curse she could think of at her idiot spawn. She really had no idea why she had put Venka up on the black market as a small child when it should have been readily apparent that Helena was clearly the failure of the bunch. Well, the biggest failure, anyway. And being the biggest failure out of seven vile brats was no mean feat.
She almost managed to dredge up the will to hope that Saethre made it home safely whilst so inebriated. But mostly her brain was occupied with all the ways she was going to make Helena pay for her fuck up. She had a lot of ideas; it took up a lot of brain space.
She reclined in her wooden kitchen chair, stretched, and yawned. She felt a nap coming on.
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Post by Bee on Dec 29, 2008 22:17:23 GMT -5
Helena had finished cleaning up her mess (a lot of it had to be tossed out due to charring) and then slunk off to bed. Today had been a total bust. Sure, she had helped take down an angry man and made a new freakish friend, but then she'd had to go and negate everything by making Mom hate her all over again. Plus her bunny was dead. She hated today.
She crawled under the sheets, dragging Simcha with her and bringing her up to her face to snuggle; it was very comforting, having something to hug that wouldn't cry rape at her. She and Simcha were definitely going to be best friends. Perhaps it was her lonely and desperate and sleepy imagination, but she thought she felt the little dead thing wrap its teeny self around her neck. She smiled into its green fur.
How sweet, she thought, and promptly passed out.
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