Title: Preparations
Universe: RPverse 3
Notes: I felt like writing.
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"I'm going to have a baby." The fork paused on its course. Ansel considered the bite carefully before setting it back down.

"What?"

"Congratulations, honey," Trinity said, swooping in to kiss her cheek and slide more bacon on her plate.

"Girl, I know those words didn't just come out your mouth."

"I said exactly what you heard," she said with a smirk. "Don't worry, Ansel, you won't have to take care of it."

"Nonsense! We'll help you when you need it," Trinity said with a kind smile, throwing a meaningful look at Ansel; he straigthened up in his chair. "Don't you agree, dear?" He grunted.

"Where's that boy that knocked you up?"

"He doesn't want anything to do with it. I bet he'd pay for an abortion if I asked." She paused with a thoughtful look. "Which I won't." She happily ate the rest of her breakfast, refused seconds, received more anyway, and happily ate seconds.

"I always thought the eating for two thing was an exaggeration," the young man said as he entered, resting an arm on her head. She scooted her chair back hard, enjoying his quick curse, and hopped out of her chair, hooking her arm through his. "Bitch."

"I love it when you talk dirty to me." He rolled his eyes, mumbling a threat to go back upstairs. "C'mon, we're going to be late." With a quick wave at Ansel and Trinity, she led him outside, tugging him down the street.

"Who're we supposed to be meeting, anyway?"

"My friend, Nida. She's shy," Eden said sweetly, tapping his nose, "so play nice."

"I'm always nice," Elijah muttered.

"Oh, sweetie. No. No, deluding yourself just won't do; it's time to accept the real you. Embrace it, like a... kitten or something. A tiny, horrible little kitten." He rolled his eyes. "What should I name it?"

"If it's my horrible little inner kitten, why are you naming it?" She giggled and elbowed him.

"No, silly, I already named that Biscuit. The baby. I don't know if it's a boy or girl yet, so I need ideas for both."

"You have time." Elijah prodded at her belly, earning himself another smack.

"I want to be prepared. C'mon, idea time. Ooh, wait." She tugged him back, stating, "This is her street. You distracted me, what if we'd missed it?"

"We would have backtracked?"

"It would be just like you to say that," Eden sighed mournfully. She led him up to a small, two-story house, pounding on the door. "Nida, we're going shopping~ C'mon, are you there~ Hurry up~ It's time~!"

"J-just a min-- aah! I-I'll be right there!" Elijah cast a strange glance at the door before looking at Eden.

"You didn't tell me we were shopping."

"I need baby furniture. The daddy's going to be paying for it as a gesture of goodwill, and so I won't tell his wife," Eden said cheerfully. Elijah had a response prepared, and then the door opened.

"S-sorry, I was, ah, cleaning, a-and.... th-the vacuum tried to eat my skirt." The woman--Nida, Elijah thought to himself, liking the way her name echoed so easily through his mind--was blushing heavily. She brushed her hair from her eyes, with a small, embarrassed smile, before noticing Elijah. "Eden? Y-your friend... h-he... he's staring."

"I thought he would."

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ETA: I realised that in an earlier LJ entry, I said Eden introduced Elijah and Nida by getting Nida a job at Ansel's store. ....Well. Uh. ....This is how they first met. And with Nida as Elijah's co-worker, they got a no-pressure scenario to get to know each other in. ....Yeah.

Title: Adolescence
Universe: 3rd universe
Notes: Waverly was such an impressionable, crazy-ass little kid. This takes place when she was ten. I mentioned in her profile that she had a breakdown around ten, and this takes place a bit before that time. This went somewhere I didn't expect it to but strangely, I like it. It's kind of rambly, but that makes it better.
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She's bleeding because everybody hates her but Myles doesn't understand. With some embarrassment, he tells her it's a girl thing and she needs to talk to their mother. She tells him that conspiracy to murder is not just a girl thing, it is a hate thing, and that is not just something for girls.

She's ten years old and she knows a lot about hate.

Myles is useless so with stone feet she drags herself to the small room behind the stairs, the sitting room, where the woman likes to be. It's small and cold, and Myles and Waverly don't like to go into it (Myles just says it gives him bad vibes and Waverly knows its haunted), so the woman loves it. But Waverly needs to go into it today because she is bleeding from all of their hate inside of her and she doesn't want to die. So she knocks.

And she waits.

The woman eventually acknowledges the noise, and that small noise tells Waverly that the woman has finished shooing away all of the ghouls and its safe now. How she gets all of the ghouls and monsters and spirits to go away is a mystery, but Waverly has a strong suspicion that all of those bad things are going into the woman, and that's another good reason to avoid that small, haunted room behind the stairs.

But Waverly is bleeding so she goes in.

The curtain are open and the daylight is streaming in but it is still dark. The woman is sitting in a chair by the window with a cigarette, and every time she opens her mouth to let the smoke idly drift from her lips, Waverly can see the darkness poking out the back of her throat, crawling up the woman's tongue, clinging to the inside of her mouth, trying to get out. She now knows for sure that the woman draws those evil things into her (and who is to say she isn't even the source?)

The woman asks what the girl wants.

The girl tells her that she's dying.

The woman laughs harshly and says well isn't that lovely, they're all dying, she isn't anything special.

The girl says she's been poisoned.

The woman says if she's so worried about being poisoned then she shouldn't take things from strangers now should she, so what did she eat this time, the fat little pig?

The girl makes note that strangers poison everything, and says she didn't take anything from a stranger, it's people she know that's poisoned her, although it could very well be strangers, too, that have, that hate her too, because her stomach hurts so much. It's a lot of hate, she knows.

The woman calls her dumb and congratulates her on being a woman, and warns her not to get knocked up because they'd just have to kill the parasite inside her.

The girl makes note that somehow, people can plant a parasite inside of her, and asks what to do about the blood then.

The woman tells her to look under the sink and get Myles if she's too stupid to understand the instructions, then takes a deep drag of her cigarette and stares out the window.

The girl walks backwards out of the room, because she knows better than to turn her back, and that is the last time she ever goes back into that small room haunting the corner behind the stairs.

Name: Waverly Taylor
Age: 18
Birthdate: September 15
Weight: 140 lbs
Height: 5'4"
Hair colour: Brown
Eye colour: Grey
Description: A slightly childish and paranoid young woman. She often switches from being quite loud and boisterous to reserved.

Has a few friends, but none she would trust enough to stay with. Occasionally talks to them and goes out shopping and such with them, but wouldn't confide in them. As such, she's relied heavily on Chester and her brother, which she often feels guilty about. Doesn't like coming off as needy.

Often refers to herself as neurotic; this is not just because of her current paranoid tendencies, but because for a couple years starting when she was ten, she was completely unable to function due to her paranoia. Distrusts strangers, and isn't too sure why she trusts Helen as much as she does, although she suspects it may be because the older girl is so vulnerable herself.

Enjoys shopping, cardigans, playing guitar (which she likes to do for tips sometimes), and teasing her brother.