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Post by Bee on Mar 27, 2008 22:52:28 GMT -5
That was it. He couldn't take it anymore. All of their demands and their insults and their expectations were eating away at his soul like tiny emotional termites of pain and despair, and he was fed up. Helena's needy creepiness and Iphis's gender-confused flouncing and Eir and Se's homidical evil and their mother's booze-swilling malice. Couldn't they see that they were suffocating him? He would make them sorry for treating him like trash. He would run away from home! Oh, they would find out how much they missed him them. They would cry themselves to sleep every night wishing he were back. It wouldn't matter then that he was a boy and not as smart or as pretty or as super-special wonderful as his siblings. They would finally appreciate his sensitive, pained heart. He threw a few effects into a backpack. "If anyone cares," he announced, loudly, "I'm running away from home!" |
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Post by Kasatsu on Mar 27, 2008 23:52:28 GMT -5
“You are going to do what now?” His twin asked him in a bored tone, one that clearly implied she had heard this a thousand times before and did not have much in the way of sympathy or caring for it. Prancing into the room she made her way over to the bed which she promptly threw herself across and started to fiddle with a few of his things. Her brother really was a wuss. Everything was blown up to the extreme, just because people picked on him so – and who would not admit he was the target because it was fun to hear him whine so – did not mean it was any reason to ‘run away’. At least he could have created a better way to gain attention. This was just too overused. “At least tell me that you are going to head out to somewhere interesting and not waste anyone’s passing thought as to where you are. Dad will be worried about you after all.” She gave a little shrug to show her brother that she did not outwardly consider herself on the list of those who would give a passing thought to him.
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Post by Bee on Mar 28, 2008 0:15:11 GMT -5
Dad. Such a simple little word that carried so very much weight. He wanted to show Dad most of all. Dad and his stupid wilderness training and masculinity and his never-satisfied Dadness. He would need to do something that would really get his old man's attention. Something that would finally make the Queen acknowledge his talents.
The thought occured to him as he was stuffing his bright pink teddy bear in the pack. He knew the perfect way to prove himself. He would go to the place Daddy hated most in the entire world, see the people he hated most, and he would emerge from that dread land a hero who feared nothing, a brave soul who was sung about in ballads and surrounded by adoring throngs of worshippers.
"Venka," he said, with determination. "We are so going to the best place ever. We're going to the Lowlands."
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Post by Kasatsu on Mar 28, 2008 0:27:12 GMT -5
At his words she raised an eyebrow before bringing herself to a sitting position. “We are, are we?” Her voice held mild amusement for her brother’s words as well as challenging note.
He wanted to go to the Lowlands did he? That came as a mild surprise to her, after all Dad was always telling them how evil and nasty the people . . . Ah, so that was why. Suddenly the explanation was clear to her.
“Alright, Lowlands it is then.” She said simply before jumping off the bed. Wandering over to the closet to grab her own bag and start packing a few items in, using the knowledge their Dad was always filling their heads with.
She was totally expecting her brother to question her quick acceptance of his decision, after all more times then not she always laughed at him, quite hard, threw jokes and told him ‘have fun with that’, but this time she had a curiosity to see just how far it was that her brother took it before wussing out.
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Post by Bee on Mar 28, 2008 22:53:49 GMT -5
His instinctive thought was that anything his twin was on board with was probably a very bad idea. Tons of bitter experience proved the veracity of that thought. Sure, Vishne, let's put our fingers in Monty's mouth! Sure, Vishne, hiding Mommy's wine is an excellent idea! Sure, Vishne--bleh. But he thought that this was a very good idea, and surely if Ven happened to agree in this case, it was because she had finally acknowledged that something he said was worthwhile.
Well, not likely. He would need to keep an eye on his sister. But he was still going to the Lowlands. Secretly, he felt a bit better that she was coming with him. Mom always said girls were smarter and more resourceful.
"Well," he said, with a very important huff, "I guess you can come. Just try to make yourself useful."
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Post by Kasatsu on Mar 29, 2008 1:08:37 GMT -5
At his tone and word choice she looked over her shoulder, giving him a pointed stare, not bothering to answer his comment with one of her own. When he mentioned that she should make herself she only snorted, making a mental note to make him pay for it later.
Going back to packing she was quickly done. Swinging the bag over her shoulder, the necessary supplies they would need – as according to Dad – contained inside. Walking to the doorway she gave another pointed look over her shoulder at him. “Well, are you coming or are you not? This was all your idea after all.”
Without waiting she headed out of the room, heading towards the exit. Passing by the kitchen and seeing her mother there she paused long enough to call out, “We are running away. We will be back later”
With that said she continued on as if their goal was nothing out of the ordinary – which it was not. She also did not care if any of her other siblings heard of their plans.
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Post by Bee on Mar 30, 2008 15:06:57 GMT -5
Their mother called back cheerfully, "Okay, dear! Try to die now!" and Vishne's heart sank a little. She didn't care that they were running away from home to a dangerous land of terror and evil, possibly never to return, and their mother probably wouldn't even send for their bodies.
"We'll show her," he muttered to Ven, and suddenly felt even more depressed because Mom probably would care if Venka got torn to bits by Lowlander platypii or something. Maybe for Mom, this was just another mission Ven was going on to prove her worthiness as the best child of the family, and when she returned, Ven would be showered with love and he would be tossed out into the streets to starve to death because he was a bad naughty boy. It would figure. It would just. Figure.
He sniffed, and followed his sister.
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Post by seraaches on Mar 31, 2008 0:20:20 GMT -5
Ira was growing. Leaner than his youngest sibling, the Josiggy equine was easily a yearling now in body growth. His smile came just as easily, his wit was just as sharp, and he still held the strange protectiveness for his Mommy dearest and his peculiar 'little' brother. Though little might not be entirely fitting anymore. Still when Se made his pronouncement, the cannibal looked up from the mouse he was eating-- though equines really did taste better-- with a polite little, "Excuse me, wot did you say? I must have been chewing too loudly." With these words, he spit out the thighbone he'd been working on so he could fully listen to Se. He had better be mistaken about wot he had heard, because otherwise he really just might strangle the other boy to death and it would be a waste because Ira had a strict 'no eating siblings' policy. Blast it. |
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Post by seraaches on Mar 31, 2008 0:25:40 GMT -5
Se seemed oblivious to Ira's inner struggles over wot he may or may not have heard. He paced back and forth uneasily, purple-tipped tail lashing about as yet another outward manifestation of the chaos within. His feet drummed an odd pattern on the floor, alternating the muted thumps of his forefeet with the sharp clack of his hind. "I'm going to the Lowlands. Or we are. It. I. Yes." His thoughts were running too quickly for him to try and keep his words in order. It didn't matter wot he said, really; Ira would accompany him regardless. That's wot his eldest sibling did. He whirled to march back the other way again, unaware of how easily and gracefully he managed to move the bulk of his frame. The winged hybrid was not fat, though he looked oddly huge beside his leaner, older brother. He was, however, very powerful. He worked out often and was generally careful about his diet. He'd also trained heavily for speed, agility, and endurance. Se was turning himself into a super soldier. |
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Post by seraaches on Mar 31, 2008 0:32:33 GMT -5
Ira went perfectly still, his entire body freezing for a long moment as he contemplated Se's words. There had been a shift in their relationship after a certain incident and now ira's influence was shaky at best. Well, not 'shaky', but definitely different. Se had come into himself which had always been the goal, but Ira still felt a bit nostalgic over how easy it had once been to lead the hybrid around.
He gave a low sigh, one the winged hybrid completely ignored. In fact, he may not have actually even heard it. Se seemed to get lost in his own head these days. Nevertheless, it did not matter. This was a challenge that could not go unanswered.
"Unfortunately, Se," Ira retorted softly. "That's not somewhere we can go to." He rarely baited his brother by calling him 'Sese' anymore; the youngest brother could very easily kill his older one now if he got his teeth into the equine.
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