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[TAKHASIS SHADOW JAYDOR]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellPadding,10,true][atrb=cellSpacing,0,true][atrb=style, width:400px; background-color: #191919; -moz-border-radius: 200px 10px 0px 0px; -webkit-border-radius: 200px 10px 0px 0px; border: solid 3px #537D53; true] can i take this all in WORDS: 630, TAG: BECCA/BELLE, OUTFIT: TAK'S, JO'S, NOTES: NONE His son was generally an independent kid. When Takhasis had to mark homework the boy had no problem going off on his own to play. He could put on his own movie and find the child friendly television stations. He knew that snacks he was allowed to have without asking and he could fetch himself a juice box if he wanted one. But when Jo was sick he got whiny and clingy and didn’t like being on his own. Which wasn’t all that uncommon with kids who were sick, nor did it really bother him all that much. It was just one of the make tasks of a single father that he didn’t even have to think twice about. Whatever his son needed he would do to the best of his ability. No questions asked. No hesitation. It was Saturday and Takhasis had spent it waiting on his sick son hand and foot and doing whatever the little boy asked, which so far consisted of a breakfast of oatmeal and orange juice, watching repeats of Yo Gabba Gabba in which My Chemical Romance informed the father son pair through song that they were special snowflakes, took a nap together and then Jo had thrown up which meant a bath and changing into new pajamas. Monkey pajamas this time while Takhasis was in loose jeans and a white wife beater. They had a lunch of miso soup, tea and animal crackers and this left to where the pair were now. Sprawled out on the hardwood floor of the living room surrounded by scraps of blank paper and coloring books, crayons and washable markers everywhere. Takhasis has a bit of blue marker on his cheek, an attempt at a butterfly that had failed when Jo started coughing. A few of the papers had been drawn on already, tossed aside to make room for new ideas and new creations. “Tousan what’r you drawing?”

[/color] the little boy asked in his horse sick voice. Takhasis gasped in mock insult. “It’s an owl sitting in a tree!”[/color] was his answer, sounding all insulted and hurt that his work of pure artistic genius. “Tousan, it looks like an old shoe!”[/color] The boy erupted into a fit of giggles with a few coughs in between, which was met by the father scooping his son up under one arm while he flailed and squealed loudly. The dog’s ears perked up at the noise but she stayed on her bed in the corner for now with her favorite stuffed rabbit squished under her giant chest. “Wait! Wait! Bobo!”[/color] Oops, he’d forgotten to grab Jo’s blanket when he picked the boy up. But all was good and jolly and back to squeals and giggles when Bobo the Blanket was safe in Jo’s hands. “I’ll show you an old shoe!”[/color]

As Takhasis carried the five year old toward the door Thor, the dog, started barking in a manner that alerted the household that someone was approaching the door. The plan had been to carry him to the shoe rack and threaten to drop him into an old shoe but clearly their plans were changing. So Takhasis just held Jo under his arm like a sack of old potatoes while Jo wrapped his blanket around his face so only his eyes poked out. “Who iiiiis it?”[/color] “I haven’t even opened the door yet, kid.”[/color] Impatient little prince. He managed to get the door open before there was even a knock, stepping aside to let the woman come in. “If he gets you sick it’s not our fault, but come in.”[/color] “Don’t forget your shoes!”[/color] The tiny boy pointed to the matt guest shoes were placed on and then emerged form his blanket hat to give Belle a big smile and grabby hands.

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[BELINDA RAY SAVOY]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, background-color: #DDDDDD; border-top: solid #5a5a5a 5px; width: 500px; padding-top: 20; padding-bottom: 30;] [classy=tite]SHE'S A BRICK HOUSE [/classy][classy=cont][/classy] [classy=threader] Belle dropped her keys on the table and put her hands on her hips, surveying the living room where she and her daughter lived. It was in good order, but only because Harley cleaned. Or at least, Belle didn't remember doing any cleaning. She didn't have time for that nonsense. She was too busy being perfect. Except for today. She suddenly found herself with an abundance of free time. It wasn't a very nice predicament, she noticed. Belle liked to be busy. She didn't feel right when she wasn't doing something. She didn't handle boredom very well. When she was growing up, she was constantly busy. She was never really taught how to hand not being busy. She was never really taught a lot of things, really. For a while, Belle just walked around her house, fixing things here and there. Then, exasperated, she fixed herself a martini. Or, what she called a martini, anyway. She just put some vodka in a glass and sipped at it. Same thing. The alcohol is what really counts, anyway. Belle isn't even an alcoholic! She hardly ever drinks. That's probably what made her decide to get out of the house, was the thought of herself drinking. Seriously, that vodka was probably a couple of years old. She poured her half-empty glass down the sink, and thanked God that she didn't drink enough to get really tipsy. She stood there for another few minutes, then, deciding on where she should go. She almost decided to find an amusement park, but then it occurred to her that she hadn't talked to Takhasis lately. He was probably missing her. She should go and do him a favor and talk to him for a little bit. Yes, of course, that's where she would go. "I think I'll walk," she said aloud, even though there was no one in the house. She wasn't entirely sure where Harley was. She faintly remembered asking her daughter to go shopping. The walk wasn't very long. At least, she didn't remember it being very long. She hadn't known what to expect. She'd never walked to Tak's house before. Ah, well. There's a new time for everything. The first thing she heard, upon arrival, was the barking of a dog. Maybe we should get a dog. Harley would like that, I think. We could get a Doberman. Or a Rottweiler. A big, mean dog. "Darling, I haven't been sick since '84," Belle said, though it wasn't true. "My immune system is as strong as I am." That would have been, she thought, a cool side effect. She slipped her shoes off where Jo indicated, and grinned at him reaching out to pick him. She was extra careful not to use too much force. "Hello, Old Man. Not feeling so hot?" she asked. She looked up at Tak. "I bet he wouldn't get sick if you didn't keep that dog in the house," she told him. "Or at least shave it. Dog hair. Disgusting." She didn't really think that having a dog in the house was all that unsanitary, but the image of Thor with no hair was very, very amusing. "I'm sorry for not calling first," she said. "But you can't deny that I'm always a pleasure." Belle was feeling all out of sorts for some reason. She was usually much funnier and much more intrusive. Must be the alcohol. [/classy] TAG: Tak et Dee NOTES: idk why she's so hard to write atm WORDS: 567

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[TAKHASIS SHADOW JAYDOR]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellPadding,10,true][atrb=cellSpacing,0,true][atrb=style, width:400px; background-color: #191919; -moz-border-radius: 200px 10px 0px 0px; -webkit-border-radius: 200px 10px 0px 0px; border: solid 3px #537D53; true] can i take this all in WORDS: 540, TAG: BECCA/BELLE, OUTFIT: TAK'S, JO'S, NOTES: NONE Never in a million years would Takhasis have seen himself as a single father. Never would he have considered that this would be his life. A single father. A teacher. A legal American. It was peculiar where life led a person. It was always interesting to take a trip down memory road and relive everything he had done and the places he had been and the people he had known and the places he had seen. It was always, without fail, a painfully nostalgic experience. While he was only thirty Takhasis often felt like he had lived an extra thirty years. He had been a busy guy in his youth, there was no denying that. The minimalistic life he led now was a nice change. It was needed. Despite not feeling as much, he was safe. His son was safe. Life was simple and easy and as surreal as that was it he wouldn’t change it. It wasn’t what he had thought he wanted but it was what he had needed. He had needed things to slow down. He had needed a change of pace. And he had even needed someone like Belle, who had been through as much as he had and was more than happy to silently help the stubborn fool of a man though his trouble. It always seemed like just as she floated into his thoughts she would appear, leading him to wonder if telepathy coincided her superb strength. A knock at his door after allowing Belle to float into his thoughts could only mean that it was here behind the wooden slab, and judging by the manner of Thor’s reaction it certainly wasn’t a stranger. The Great Dane-Mastiff scarcely lifted her heavy head when Belle was at the door she was so used to the woman’s presence in the Jaydor household. Strangers were always greeted with low and deep growls by the protective pooch. This time Thor barked rather happily, the “I missed you” sort of bark. “It’s probably been about that long for me too,”

[/color] he joked. Unlike her he didn’t have a power aiding his immune system, imply a good diet and better genes he supposed. “But I felt it polite to warn you anyways,”[/color] he added. Within seconds Jo was being handed to Belle, who was probably the only person in the world he trusted with his son as much as he trusted himself.

With Jo now in Belle’s arms, wrapping his little self around her and resting his head on her shoulder, Takhasis stepped back into the house and sat back down on the floor where he’d been moments before. “Nnnnno, I feel icky,”[/color] the small boy whined. “Wanna’ color?”[/color] He was slightly less enthusiastic than usual but somehow managing to be fueled on the woman’s presence alone. “Thor was his idea, and she doesn’t even have much hair. I clean her and the house regularly. It has nothing to do with the dog. She’s offended that you even suggested such a thing.”[/color] Actually the dog just looked tired, curled up in the corner keeping a watchful eye over her family. “It’s fine, you’re always welcome so long as it’s not a weekend.”[/color] Generally when Jimmy frequented.


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[HARLEY MAE SAVOY]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style,width: 350px; padding: 10px; background-image: url(http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v715/pmwc1159/amasey.png);] stay lost on our way home This was probably the fourth time Harley had gotten lost on her way home from the grocery store. Her mother was always sending her out to buy things that they needed around the house, even though it probably would’ve been less hassle for Belle to just go buy them herself. Harley was terrible at navigation and had no memory for street names or directions or anything. She could imagine that she looked somewhat laughable. Her arms were wrapped around a huge brown paper bag that was growing heavier by the moment. Her purse was slung over her shoulder, but ever so often it would slip down her arm and she’d have to stop where she was, put her bag down, and push it back so it wasn’t hitting against her leg as she walked. It would’ve been so much easier if her mother had just done this herself. It was frustrating, though, not even being able to handle a trip to the grocery store. She would’ve taken the car, had she had any idea where her car keys were. She was fairly sure she had had them in the house last, so she was pretty sure they’d turn up eventually. And if not, well...it wouldn’t be the first time she’d lost perfectly good keys. After what seemed like ages, she started to recognize where she was. Unfortunately, it was nowhere near home. It was, however, near Tak’s house, which was information she wasn’t sure why she recalled, considering she could never even find her own house. But she wasn’t about to look a gift horse in the mouth, so she made a beeline to the house she was fairly sure was his. Harley had to walk past it three times before she decided that it was the right place. Damn her memory. She hated being forgetful. It just made the insults seem more true. It was great fun for the kids at school to tease her about being dumber than a box of rocks, or having a head as empty as a flower pot, or being an air-head, because if you could pun on someone’s power, that was even better. Since she could turn into rocks or ceramics or air, it was hilarious to use it against her. She wasn’t stupid. She wasn’t! No matter what they said. She just didn’t know exactly how to access the things she knew. Sometimes she wondered if some of her problems could’ve been from having been born so late in her mother’s life. Forty was too old for a woman to have a baby. It did cross her mind occasionally, but that was usually only when things got really bad, like if Belle was having one of her spells or if Harley was having her heart broken. Everything had to be blamed on something, and if Harley could pin it on something she had no control over, then it was a good scapegoat. At long last, though, she noticed the patch of grass in one house’s yard that she could distinctly recall. She and Jo had been digging a large hole--their intent was to reach Japan (it was Jo’s idea)--and, because she was both very bad at thinking things through and very bad at saying no to Jo, a sizable corner of the yard had been torn up. Takhasis had been rather angry, saying something about how hard he worked to get here in the first place. Harley thought that he’d been taking the whole thing far too seriously, but he’d been in a bad mood all day so maybe that was just the tip of the iceberg. In the end, though, the patch of grass had been put to right with the help of Tak’s power, but it was somewhat greener than the rest of the grass. She silently thanked him for having such an extreme reaction to that day, because it was the only way she found the house. Harley would’ve knocked on the door, had she not been so impatient to set the groceries down somewhere. ”Hello? Tak, are you home?”

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