25th Teddy Bear [Voice/Action][TWO DAYS]

[asobouyo]

[[Nighttime; June 23rd]]

[Elicia had had a tough week.

Shuffle, shuffle—the sound of turning blankets and small feet moving back and forth through them. She's been rolling in her sleep for a few minutes now, flipping her hidden journal into a little book tepee, while it records the buzzing air and soft incoherent murmurings of a child dreaming. They're not happy dreams, after a while, and it takes but a moment before she's wide awake and horrified and crawling under her blankets with her mouth in a shaky near-crying line. The journal. That's right.

She reaches over and opens it up all the way, unable to see anything in the dark. Her voice is watery and lined with a sort of innocent, hurt desperation when she speaks.]

[Voice]

Please tell me a story. I wanna hear stories, if anyone... wants to talk... I like them a lot. I—I promise I'll go back to sleep, but I just wanna hear one...

[Pretty, pretty please...

But despite stories, sometime in the night, she rises up from her bed and patter-pitters quickly into her parents' room. Scary, they're too scary—and they could be real. Because she's seen scary real things like it before. And the last thing she wanted was a blue-eyed woman slowly creaking out of her closet, like she kept imagining, over and over and over again...]

[[Daytime; June 24th]]


[It was a cold snap, today. Elicia wore her poofy pink jacket for the occasion. Truth be told, she's had a very tiring night of trying to sleep, and she'd failed at it fairly well. There were a mesh-up of things. Scary things. She didn't want to draw any of them, so she decided on focusing her attention to playing. By the end of her short-lived playtime outside, she's laying on her arm on the front steps of her house, the fake pink sword Law gave her still clamped in her hand.

A good nap. There was nothing scary... Just good. That was important. It's a good thing children bounce back well enough, even if only for a while, because she's got a content air about her later on in the day. Anyone who wants to visit, now's a great time to; she'll be drawing funny circles all over the ground outside with a stick. Clapping her hands and smacking them. And nothing happens. :|

But she sure as hell is pretending something's happening.]



Bam!! Now you can't stand against my dirt alchemy!! [throws dirt up with her hands at her big teddy bear >:^(

HA, screw you, teddy, you've got dirt on your head!]

You'd better give up soon, or else I'll have to use my water attack next!!

[AND THEN YOU'LL BE MUDDY!!!]

((ooc: Just make it clear which day you're replying to and all that. I have faith in you. |Db))

Comments

Re: [Action] \o/

[asobouyo]

[Don't mind me, just stopping evil-doers over here. :|b]

HYA!! Take that! And that! You can't beat my strong sword—it was made by the strongest fighter ever!

[Action]

[flicker-flash.livejournal.com]

[Teehee. Shall now loom behind you.]

Was the strongest fighter ever eight feet tall with blue skin and horns?

Re: [Action]

[asobouyo]

[8V GASP. A KID.]

N-no, he's 200 feet tall! And he has green skin, and more than two eyes!

[Action]

[flicker-flash.livejournal.com]

Really? [F-fomorian? >_>] I bet he was an ogre from the North, then. Did he have a big club?

Re: [Action]

[asobouyo]

The biggest! It had spikeys on it and everything!!

[Action] s-sob

[flicker-flash.livejournal.com]

And did he teach you how to use it?

Re: [Action]

[asobouyo]

Naaaaah... he said I was too little to use the club!

[:(]

[Action]

[flicker-flash.livejournal.com]

Well, that was very rude of him. Are you too little to use the sword, too?

Re: [Action]

[asobouyo]

No, that's why he gave it to me! He made it too small, and he didn't know it 'til he was already done!

[She holds up said pink sword, beaming.]

[Action]

[flicker-flash.livejournal.com]

It's a very pretty sword. I wish mine was pink.

Re: [Action]

[asobouyo]

[/SPARKLE]

You have a sword, too?? Is it... a real one?

[Because you know, kids our age aren't allowed to play with really sharp stuff.]

[Action]

[flicker-flash.livejournal.com]

Oh no, mine is fake. But it looks very real.

Here.

[She'll just sit down cross-legged and draw said sword. But Katie has SOME idea of responsibility around a five year old child, so she'll do it slowly and carefully and rest it across her knees. It looks like a plain ol' shortsword, except for the handle which is decorated with Celtic spooky-looking letters 8|a]

Re: [Action]

[asobouyo]

... Are you sure yours is fake? 'Cause it looks really real, to me!

[And sharp. Very sharp. 8I]

[Action]

[flicker-flash.livejournal.com]

Really? I've heard that it looks real to people with the right sort of imagination.

Re: [Action]

[asobouyo]

Oooh. I like imagining! That's my favorite way to play!

Is it your favorite, too?

[Action]

[flicker-flash.livejournal.com]

Where I'm from, it's against the law not to have an imagination. [She'll put her sharp, sharp real sword away now.]

Re: [Action]

[asobouyo]

Oooh... B-but—what do they do if you don't have a imagination??

[Action]

[flicker-flash.livejournal.com]

Then they come and take you away, and they ban you from playgrounds and make you become an accountant.

Re: [Action]

[asobouyo]

What, really?! I don't even know what a a-cow-tent is!!

[Action]

[flicker-flash.livejournal.com]

They have to stay in a room full of dust and count money. All the time. It makes them very angry.

Re: [Action]

[asobouyo]

But, mama says you shouldn't stay around dust too much, or it'll make your nose all funny! Is that why they're real angry?

[Action]

[flicker-flash.livejournal.com]

Oh, very angry. They can't stop sneezing, and it makes them very upset.

Re: [Action]

[asobouyo]

What if they plug their noses? Will they feel better, then?

[Action]

[flicker-flash.livejournal.com]

Then their sneezes will go back up into their brains instead and that's not a very nice feeling.

Re: [Action]

[asobouyo]

...

Sneezes can do that?!

[oh my god WHY DIDN'T ANYONE TELL HER?!?!?! D8]