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That's a very interesting theory... Definitely sounds like the convoluted thing Batman might do.
Thank you for the information. :)
Thank you for the information. :)
Not as much as I would like. Feel free to drop any knowledge you want.
I can't find my old drawings, so I made something with one of those character maker things.
This is Jinayah Ifriti. AKA Jin or Jinny. 5 years old. Long black curls, brown eyes, big heart and no end of spirit. Loves pink, her favorite Hello Kitty doll, and ice cream. All perfectly normal kid-things. Can also move small objects with her mind, and once took apart the TV remote. She's a much younger iteration of one of my characters, and I hope you will grow to love her.
This is Jinayah Ifriti. AKA Jin or Jinny. 5 years old. Long black curls, brown eyes, big heart and no end of spirit. Loves pink, her favorite Hello Kitty doll, and ice cream. All perfectly normal kid-things. Can also move small objects with her mind, and once took apart the TV remote. She's a much younger iteration of one of my characters, and I hope you will grow to love her.
"Thank you for the pies in advance." Devika said cheerily. "Have a great day!" She walked them to the door, and sighed faintly when they left.
"Well, that wasn't so bad. I didn't think you could do things like that too, Roxy. I just kind of assumed it would be people with cars." She was also surprised at how organized everything was. Even she, who had never been in a mechanic shop before, was having no trouble finding things. "You're really something, you know that?" There was a cheeky little smile on her face. She knew by now that Roxy disliked compliments for some reason.
"You've got a big heart, you know that? It makes me happy." Just once, she wanted to see Roxy smile, really smile. But she had a feeling that would take a lot more time.
"So, who is next?"
"Well, that wasn't so bad. I didn't think you could do things like that too, Roxy. I just kind of assumed it would be people with cars." She was also surprised at how organized everything was. Even she, who had never been in a mechanic shop before, was having no trouble finding things. "You're really something, you know that?" There was a cheeky little smile on her face. She knew by now that Roxy disliked compliments for some reason.
"You've got a big heart, you know that? It makes me happy." Just once, she wanted to see Roxy smile, really smile. But she had a feeling that would take a lot more time.
"So, who is next?"
My post is up. It's not half as much compared to yours, but I wanted to get it going without delay.
I think this will be a new experience for them both. Jin has never stabbed anyone before, and Slade hasn't been attacked by a knife wielding 5 year old.
Possibly.
I will try to get you a picture of her, as soon as I can find out what I did with all my old pictures.
I think this will be a new experience for them both. Jin has never stabbed anyone before, and Slade hasn't been attacked by a knife wielding 5 year old.
Possibly.
I will try to get you a picture of her, as soon as I can find out what I did with all my old pictures.
The house was quiet. Dead quiet.
All around, the very air reeked of cordite and copper. All around, the house whined and groaned as the damage took it’s toll; some walls crumbling, falling to pieces at a breath.
In the last untouched room, a child sat in the closet with a knife. Her dark eyes peered through the closet slats, at the new stranger who had appeared in her home. The last strangers had been much louder, and much scarier. This one wasn’t doing much but looking around. He leaned over the bodies of her mother and father, murmuring something. Jinayah watched and waited, certain that the stranger would come for her next.
Nothing else bad could happen today, because the worst had already happened. The two people who were her whole life, her dearest parents, were dead. Just like her goldfish Mr. Peppermint, they had gone to heaven.
She remembered her mother’s instructions when the shooting and screaming and chaos started.
“Hold on to this, Jinayah.” Her mother handed her a large knife from the kitchen. Jinayah had never held anything like it before – she wasn’t allowed to touch knives. “If anyone comes for you besides your father or I, I want you to poke them with the knife. Do you understand?” The child had said nothing at first, simply staring at the knife. But her mother scooped her up into her arms and hugged her, tight. She stared into her daughter’s eyes, the rich brown an equal match to her own. “Do you understand?”
“Yes, okaa-san.” She couldn’t say anything else.
“Good. Keep moving.”
That was the last thing she heard from her mother before she was deposited to hide in the closet.
Jinayah was a good girl. Jinayah always did what her parents told her. There was a new stranger in the room, coming for her. Well, she knew just what to do.
The closet door opened soundlessly, and the child stepped out on pink-socked feet. She tiptoed up to the stranger, took a deep breath, and yelled.
“Leave them alone!” And then she did what she had been told to do. She poked the stranger in the leg with the knife.
All around, the very air reeked of cordite and copper. All around, the house whined and groaned as the damage took it’s toll; some walls crumbling, falling to pieces at a breath.
In the last untouched room, a child sat in the closet with a knife. Her dark eyes peered through the closet slats, at the new stranger who had appeared in her home. The last strangers had been much louder, and much scarier. This one wasn’t doing much but looking around. He leaned over the bodies of her mother and father, murmuring something. Jinayah watched and waited, certain that the stranger would come for her next.
Nothing else bad could happen today, because the worst had already happened. The two people who were her whole life, her dearest parents, were dead. Just like her goldfish Mr. Peppermint, they had gone to heaven.
She remembered her mother’s instructions when the shooting and screaming and chaos started.
“Hold on to this, Jinayah.” Her mother handed her a large knife from the kitchen. Jinayah had never held anything like it before – she wasn’t allowed to touch knives. “If anyone comes for you besides your father or I, I want you to poke them with the knife. Do you understand?” The child had said nothing at first, simply staring at the knife. But her mother scooped her up into her arms and hugged her, tight. She stared into her daughter’s eyes, the rich brown an equal match to her own. “Do you understand?”
“Yes, okaa-san.” She couldn’t say anything else.
“Good. Keep moving.”
That was the last thing she heard from her mother before she was deposited to hide in the closet.
Jinayah was a good girl. Jinayah always did what her parents told her. There was a new stranger in the room, coming for her. Well, she knew just what to do.
The closet door opened soundlessly, and the child stepped out on pink-socked feet. She tiptoed up to the stranger, took a deep breath, and yelled.
“Leave them alone!” And then she did what she had been told to do. She poked the stranger in the leg with the knife.
That's weird, I didn't get the notification at all. Oh well. Reading time!
Edit: Don't change anything, it's perfect. I should be posting tomorrow evening.
Edit: Don't change anything, it's perfect. I should be posting tomorrow evening.
Jin flinched visibly as lightning lit the sky for a brief flash. She took a few breaths while her body settled back from the burst of fear.
She stared up at Ishawari, wondering about that gentle look. Did he know he looked like that when he was worried? It made her heart ache. "I will be okay eventually. Talking about it certainly helped ease the burden." She offered him a shy little smile, and patted his shoulder. "Let's rest. Tomorrow is going to be important." She went off to her cot, laying down and staring at the ceiling of the little house she had grown to love.
"Good night, Ishawari."
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The next day was a soggy one. Cloudy and full of puddles. Jin had luckily managed to get some rest after the storm passed, and was preparing a big breakfast of fresh vegetable soup for everyone in the early hours. On the table was a bit of paper where she’d written a long list of supplies and actions to take before they left for good. The first thing on it was “tell the boy”. Easier said than done, certainly. Maybe she’d have some time to think about what to say before he was awake?
“Good morning Akemi-san!”
Well, there went that plan. “Good morning, Han.” She rubbed the boy’s bald head in an affectionate way. “Did you rest well?”
“Yep!” Without being asked, he started to take down bowls and spoons. “Did you?”
She hated to lie to the boy, but there was no sense in telling him the real story. “I slept well enough.” Jin stared into the steam while she stirred the pot. “Thank you for setting the table. Now, please get yourself ready for school.”
The prince made a face, but didn’t say a word otherwise. “Okay.” And off he went.
Jin sighed. She knew she was stalling, but the words wouldn’t come to her. Sorry, Prince Hotaru, we’re leaving behind your friends who treat you like a normal boy and not a porcelain doll and you’re probably never going to see them again as they are. Yes, that would go over very well.
As she served out soup in generous portions, she let her mind spin about the best way to go about things. But any way she thought about it, it ended with the boy in tears. Maybe there was no way to get around it? Time would tell, and too soon – they had to let him know before school so he could say his good byes.
“What do I say to him...”
She stared up at Ishawari, wondering about that gentle look. Did he know he looked like that when he was worried? It made her heart ache. "I will be okay eventually. Talking about it certainly helped ease the burden." She offered him a shy little smile, and patted his shoulder. "Let's rest. Tomorrow is going to be important." She went off to her cot, laying down and staring at the ceiling of the little house she had grown to love.
"Good night, Ishawari."
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The next day was a soggy one. Cloudy and full of puddles. Jin had luckily managed to get some rest after the storm passed, and was preparing a big breakfast of fresh vegetable soup for everyone in the early hours. On the table was a bit of paper where she’d written a long list of supplies and actions to take before they left for good. The first thing on it was “tell the boy”. Easier said than done, certainly. Maybe she’d have some time to think about what to say before he was awake?
“Good morning Akemi-san!”
Well, there went that plan. “Good morning, Han.” She rubbed the boy’s bald head in an affectionate way. “Did you rest well?”
“Yep!” Without being asked, he started to take down bowls and spoons. “Did you?”
She hated to lie to the boy, but there was no sense in telling him the real story. “I slept well enough.” Jin stared into the steam while she stirred the pot. “Thank you for setting the table. Now, please get yourself ready for school.”
The prince made a face, but didn’t say a word otherwise. “Okay.” And off he went.
Jin sighed. She knew she was stalling, but the words wouldn’t come to her. Sorry, Prince Hotaru, we’re leaving behind your friends who treat you like a normal boy and not a porcelain doll and you’re probably never going to see them again as they are. Yes, that would go over very well.
As she served out soup in generous portions, she let her mind spin about the best way to go about things. But any way she thought about it, it ended with the boy in tears. Maybe there was no way to get around it? Time would tell, and too soon – they had to let him know before school so he could say his good byes.
“What do I say to him...”
Kijani sat as she was instructed, shutting her eyes and calming her breathing to slow, deep breaths. She reached out and felt... nothing at first. Not one to give up quickly, she tried again. Reach out with her feelings? All her life she'd been told that her feelings could cloud her judgement, and were to be kept carefully regulated. This was new. She felt her heart expanding, and suddenly, she felt it.
She felt everything. Adam sitting across from her, warm and gentle. The buzz of the two droids nearby. Further out; the rubble that was once her home. The hum of stars and the spin of planets. The looming presence of the Death Star. So many lives in one place, it was almost like a planet of it's own. Further in, she could feel the sparks that were soldiers and officers and cleaning droids and - what?
"...f-father?" It shook her out of her meditation, and almost immediately her head and heart started to pound.
"Agh..." She groaned very softly, burying her face in her hands. "Is it always that overwhelming?"
She felt everything. Adam sitting across from her, warm and gentle. The buzz of the two droids nearby. Further out; the rubble that was once her home. The hum of stars and the spin of planets. The looming presence of the Death Star. So many lives in one place, it was almost like a planet of it's own. Further in, she could feel the sparks that were soldiers and officers and cleaning droids and - what?
"...f-father?" It shook her out of her meditation, and almost immediately her head and heart started to pound.
"Agh..." She groaned very softly, burying her face in her hands. "Is it always that overwhelming?"
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