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Post by ellegray on Dec 11, 2008 20:57:16 GMT -5
Some Time In The Future Home. Was this really her home? Sure Elle had a bed there in that house and there were pictures of a happy family in that house. But still that did not make it a home. How long has it been since she has seen little Noah? About two months and counting. How she hated to be away, but she does what she has to, to make sure the world is safe for him. Elle knew that he was keeping Gabriel busy that little firecracker of a boy he is. Definitely is half-Bishop alright who else is that wild? Elle opened the door with her key. At least he didn't change the locks. she thought before sneaking in. They shouldn't be home, not yet anyway. So now Elle would just play that old waiting game. A game she disliked but had to play so many times in her life. Just once she wished she could sit down for sitting. And not feel like her world was coming to an end. Wishes don't come true like that. She would have to work for it. Maybe she should do a little something for the boys. No not yet. Even Elle didn't want this to seem like a forced return. It was real she really did miss the two of them. Walking over to a family picture she picked it up. Staring at the three of them Elle just daydreamed. How normal the three of them look, and yet they were so spectacular so extraordinary. Hearing the door rattle Elle instinctively created a lightning orb in her hand then immediately dispersed it. She knew who it was, but somethings will just never change...
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Post by futuresylar on Dec 18, 2008 11:59:56 GMT -5
Noah and Gabriel had just arrived to the front door of their house with ice cream. Gabriel didn’t feel like teleporting into his own house. It didn’t feel necessary to him anyway. He dug a key out of his pocket and placed the key in the hole near the front door and tried to open it. He put down Noah and opened the door.
He could hear something in the house. He looked at Noah and decided to become aware of his surroundings. It would seem that he had an intruder in his house. He walked into the house as he opened his hand and a fireball engulfed in the middle of his hand. He was going to throw the fireball at the intruder.
However, he stopped in his tracks when he saw Elle standing with a bulb of lightning ready to strike at him. He closed his fist as his fireball disappeared. He then folded his arms over his chest. Must change the locks He thought to himself.
“What are you doing here!?” He demanded to know. She never came around anymore. The last time he saw her it was two months ago. Perhaps this was his time to pawn the kid off to her. He loved his son, but he needed to do something like get back to his murderous ways. However, no one needed to know that.
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Post by littlenoah on Dec 18, 2008 19:09:12 GMT -5
Noah was busy bouncing in Daddy’s arms to really recognize anything other than the fact that they were home. He was singing some random made up song about ice cream. It went to the tune of London Bridge is falling down. He held his ice cream in one hand, his mother’s in his other. He could feel the ice cream dripping down the wrist that held his ice cream, but he was more focused on Mommy’s. Mommy’s ice cream tasted as good as his. He licked her ice cream for the third time in a different place than the first two times.
Then Daddy started acting weird. Noah stopped singing to look at the fireball that was in Daddy’s other hand. “Uhh, Daddy?” Noah said, trying to wriggle away from Daddy’s fire-hand. Noah didn’t like that the fire was so close. “Daddy?” Noah whined, still trying to wriggle away from his Daddy. He considered using the ice cream to douse the flame, but realized that it would have no effect: or at least Noah thought this ‘Maybe Daddy would be mad at ice cream all over his hand; I want my ice cream, and Mommy wants hers.’
But Noah didn’t like Daddy with the fire on his hand. And then Daddy met Mommy inside. Noah forgot all about the fire as he squealed, Mommymommymommy!” He bounced more than he had been bouncing before, and he held out Mommy’s ice cream, “Look, Mommy! I gots ice cream for you!” He had no idea that Daddy was mad at Mommy and vice versa. He was just happy to see Mommy again. “Wanna watch Littlefoot with me, Mommy? Daddy said he would, too!”
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Post by ellegray on Dec 19, 2008 15:11:03 GMT -5
Gabriel entered guns a blazing not pun intended Elle smiled shaking her head. "Hey there Gabey." she teased. The saw little Noah how cute was he at the moment? She lifted him up and spun him around the placed him back by his father, "Your getting big aren't you?" Looking at him carrying two ice cream cones, "Are those two for you big guy?" she replied with a smile lowering herself to his level. Hearing one of them was for her, her smile grew bigger. She took the ice cream from him and looked at it.
Besides the toppings and the several licks on it the ice cream was a thoughtful gift. It was melting so she stood back up and took a few licks. "Its good Noah thank you and we'll see. So do you have anything for me." she directed her question toward Gabriel. She doubted it very much if he did she would probably die on spot. Not that Gabriel wasn't thoughtful...okay really it was exactly that reason. They grew apart. Which would be an understatement.
She didn't blame him at all she blamed herself as well. Elle was always away but she was planning on changing that. Elle would stop going on killing sprees hunting down villains. "What have you been up to Gabriel. Taking care of yourself I hope." with those words she took a lick and somewhat of a bite of the ice cream. It wasn't a eating bite but something to take more of the ice cream with gummy bears and sprinkles all in.
It was definitely different but what wasn't about them. In a way Elle was disappointed that Noah took after his father in abilities. And she had no idea why? Now she stared deeply at Gabriel. Her eyes looked innocent and sweet, but he knew her that was just doing that to mess with him.
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Post by futuresylar on Dec 19, 2008 17:03:08 GMT -5
Gabriel wasn’t focused on his son for once. He was just trying to protect from people. However, it was clearly hard to protect his son from his own mother. He sighed and just decided to go with this. He really didn’t want to see Elle, but for the most part. She was the boy’s mother.
He sighed as Noah went up to his mother. He didn’t say anything. He just watched. He was watching closely because he didn’t want his child to get electrocuted by his own mother. He knew that his child could heal, but it probably wouldn’t make his child any innocent anymore.
He gave a weak smile. “Oh yes, I do have something for you!” He dug into his pocket and gave Elle a check. “There is the alimony check” He said with a frown as Noah spoke about watching that stupid dinosaur movie. He really didn’t feel like watching it.
He was about to say something when his phone rang. He grabbed the phone and began to talk on it. For a few minutes. “Well, Daddy just called into work” He said with a frown “I have to go, can you watch him Elle!?” He asked looking at her. “Noah always wants to spend time with you” He said as he placed the phone down.
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Post by littlenoah on Dec 21, 2008 19:27:30 GMT -5
Noah was, among other things, extremely happy about his Mommy being home. And that his Mommy loved the ice cream. He picked it out for her, and she liked it! He smiled happily, happy that Mommy and Daddy were together again; but the little kid didn’t know the conflicts between the two. He just knew that he was with Mommy, and he was with Daddy, and that automatically made things all better.
Noah eyed the slip of paper, and then looked at Daddy as he talked on his phone. His brows furrowed. “But Daddy!” He cried out, “I don’t wanna be with jus’ Mommy; I wanna be with Mommy and you!” He raced back over to Gabriel and dug himself into his Daddy’s legs. He entwined his legs around Daddy’s tree-trunk one, daring Daddy to try to get him off. “You promised we’d watch Littlefoot. An’ Mommy’s here to watch it with me!”
Noah wasn’t about to throw a temper tantrum. He had never thrown a temper tantrum in his life, and he wasn’t going to start now. This was just a sort of test to see if Daddy really had to leave or not. See, if Noah could win Daddy over, maybe Daddy and Mommy could talk. “Daddy, stay please? We don’t have to watch Littlefoot!” And then Noah realized that in his haste to keep Daddy home, he had smushed his ice cream all over Daddy’s back leg and his arm. He looked at the mess, and then reddened with embarrassment. “Daddy! I’m sorry, Daddy!”
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Post by ellegray on Dec 22, 2008 7:53:25 GMT -5
"Wow. Always direct and to the point." Elle said taking the check and putting it in her back pocket. How depressing was it to think back in the day they actually had feelings for each other. But now there was nothing at all how the Hell did that happen!? Elle was trying to think about it but was interrupted by her son's outbreak.
That saddened her deeply even more to see her son act that way. He was really sad that his father was leaving. Elle didn't mind Gabriel leaving one bit, they both moved on really. And she had no problems with that, but they were being too selfish in forgetting about little Noah. "Gabriel..." she murmured absently. How could she fix this mess?
Walking toward Gabriel she knelt down and tried to pry off the disturbed child. "Come on Noah. Daddy has things to do. And we have things to talk about anyway." It was written all over his face that he wanted to say something to her. Something that wasn't already said already. She wandered what it could possibly be.
"How 'bout you go start the movie and I'll be in there in a few..." she was trying to bargain with a child born from two far from stubborn people. She was in a rock and a hard place. And she didn't like to be in that spot at all.
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Post by futuresylar on Dec 25, 2008 9:51:08 GMT -5
Gabriel watched as Noah grabbed a hold of his leg. He knew that he wasn’t going to get off that easily. Sometimes wished that he wasn’t foolish to jump into bed with Elle of all people and have a child. However, he loved his child dearly. He hated to see him suffer like this.
He gave a weak smile as Elle tried to reason with their children. He could handle this, but today he just felt weak. He tried to push his only child off of his leg, but it was clearly obviously that he wasn’t winning. He gave a slight frown at Noah as Noah apologized for smashing ice cream against his pants.
“It is okay, Noah” He managed to say.
He watched Elle kneel down and try to make a bargain with Noah. Noah was a smart kid and sometimes you had to use force. He hated to do this. He closed his eyes and lifted his hand. He was blocking Noah from taking the powers that he was about to use. He raised his hand and used puppet mimicry to get his son off of his leg. He hoped that the puppet mimicry would work.
“Go start the movie, for Mommy please” He said as he opened his eyes, hoping that Noah would go and do that.
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Post by littlenoah on Dec 28, 2008 20:35:17 GMT -5
Noah knew Daddy would get angry at him. Noah knew Daddy would make an excuse or do something to make Noah leave. And Noah was right; there was no other way around it. So when he felt himself freeze and his arms do what he didn’t want them to against his bidding, he knew Daddy was doing it. Daddy was mad at him. It didn’t matter what Daddy said, Noah could feel it.
When he was off of Daddy’s leg, he felt power return to him. He sat there and licked his ice cream for a minute. Then, after looking at Daddy, he frowned. “Yes, Daddy. Will you come back?” But he got up obediently; he didn’t want Daddy even more mad than he already was.
Suddenly, though, he didn’t feel like watching Littlefoot. He started to walk away, but felt the need to stop and look at Mommy and Daddy. Elle was trying to be happy, wasn’t she? But she wasn’t succeeding just like Daddy wasn’t. And Gabriel usually held in his feelings well. He furrowed his brows together before using telekinesis to get the Land Before Time DVD that held the first five movies in one DVD set. He’d sit and watch the first one with Mommy, and show her that he didn’t want to lose either Mommy or Daddy.
He walked toward the television and popped in the DVD. When the Title screen came on, he sat down patiently on the couch, waiting for Mommy to come. He didn’t want to make Daddy or Mommy angry any more than he probably already had.
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