Journey of a Shooting Star (original) (raw)
09 January 2006 @ 04:22 am
::stands just outside the Armoury, off to the side a little, there but not really there, too involved in own thoughts... barely breaking stare from the wall beside the door as is passed by a couple of crew::
::wipes damp hands on dark blue sweats, handy, that... palms don't feel that much better, wipes again absently over the grey sleeveless tshirt threw on before leaving quarters... has only been a day since encounter with the Borg, repairs still being made, things analyzed... knows dad's busy, everyone's busy 'cause of more people missing... everyone's always busy... ::
::also knows is supposed to be restricted after little 'adventure' to the Borg ship... school, eat, room, was lucky to have 'eat' thrown in there by some accounts... pop was relieved Henry was safe, made that clear, but still stood common ground with dad about how bad an idea it was... wasn't really much talk from dad after everyone was back together safe and sound... their family at least, others not so lucky... wants to check on Nara, with Linnis being hurt so bad and Seven... gone... ::
::drops eyes a moment, maybe not a good idea... maybe should just wait for him to come home... but maybe wouldn't have the courage to approach him either, after everyone's home... ::
::thinks through again, needs to talk to dad on more professional ground... which is here... if can even get past the whole 'you weren't where you were supposed to be' routine, followed by 'kidnapped by Borg, father in danger, lucky to be alive' conversation, is sure of it ::
...
::jerks out of reverie as Armoury door opens, Fisher sliding by Henry, grunting a hello before Henry even fully realizes he's been and passed::
::clears throat of frog that's been stuck there all day, nerves probably::
::pokes head through door, entering gingerly, almost casual in approach, rehearsing reason for breaking restriction -- or stretching the meaning of 'family time' -- so won't stumble no matter what dad's mood::
... 'we didn't get to talk... I'm sor... I apologize... it was dumb... get to talk... dumb... I'm dumb... I'm not dumb... I wanted to ask you... something...'
::stops at door to dad's office... not there... shoulders slump as leans against the frame looking at the empty desk::
The sounds in my heart: apprehensive
The sounds in my head: Sooner or Later -- Michael Tolcher
28 August 2005 @ 05:08 am
::sighs::
I wish I knew what was wrong with me.
...
Everyone's pretty relieved, I guess. Our ship is in one piece, pop's back to being pop, dad's feeling a lot better about things overall. Especially since he's not commanding the ship anymore... I think he did a great job, but he sure doesn't like it. Lottie just chugged along like usual, she was kinda upset about pop but kept her cool. She's been spending a lot of time with me, which usually woulda really bugged me but not right now. It's okay. Kinda helps.
Helps what? That's my problem.
My father's okay. He didn't die, he isn't hurt... he's tired but feels better every day. And I'm really glad about that, I mean really glad. You have no idea.
... well... neither does he. 'Cause I..
...
I don't know what's going on. I wanna talk to him, I wanna hug him, like a long time, not just goodnight before bed... I wanna ask him what happened, how he felt, if he was hurt, if he's happy to be back home... I wanna be with him... I woulda done that by now, before, I woulda been right there, I woulda... yeah, I woulda.
But I... I freeze up. I wanna just be the way I was... but I can't. I can't. I start feeling all churny inside, and my stomach doubles up, and my heart starts to race and I just... I just want OUT of there, away from pop, and Lottie and dad and everyone, just everyone...
...
I can't get off this ship, I can't make new friends, I can't see things I wanna see, do what I wanna do, be... something different. Something more than what I am.
...
Someone brave. Braver than I was. I tried to help my sister and I got--
...
Well that wasn't him. I know it wasn't.
...
But then I told on him. I panicked, I got scared and I cried. I'm too old to cry and that's just what I did. And in front of dad.
...
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How's he ever gonna trust me to grow up if I keep acting like a baby?
...
You know, this is stupid. I don't wanna talk anymore.
::click::
The sounds in my heart: dunno
(OOC: Since the twins' birthday will fall over Expo weekend, and this being 'mother's day'... and with Henry's socker being sick and slowing down the current arc... Henry wanted to post this now. Happy Everyday, 
mal_reed and jonathan_archer. Oh, and charlotte_reed. And _cheesehound_.)
My Birthday
by Henry Reed
My Birthday is tomorow, and my sister
Lottie
Charlott Reed and me need to write about it for scool. Ant Maddy gave me and her a journel to write down our thougts and said it would be good for a soul. And not using the computer to recorde our voicces because she thougt wed goof off on that. They are fun. My Birthday is a day that
Lot
Charlott and me were born, wen we came out of beeng inside dad and were crying and screeming and pop got to hold
me
us but not all at the same time because we were wet and bloody and gooee and dident want to come out because we were happy inside dad. Mama Was there to, he cut dad open careful cause hes a doctor and knows how to cut peeple open so they dont die. im glad my dad dident die because I love him. And Charlote too.
We were babys for a while and then we gr
o
ew and grew for 365 days until we are one year old tomorow. Mama and pop and dad and linnis and Liz and everbody told us we are big, that if we were back on earth like other kids other human kids that we would be 10. Charlott and me grow differnt from other human kids, but Nara grows differnt too and Rupe and other kids here so maybe its just kids in space that grow differnt. I dont feel like 10 I feel like 1. or maybe I feel like 365. Ive gone to sleep 365 times and waked up 365 times even if I dont remember when I was a baby, but in 1 year theres 365 days so 365 nights too. Mikel told me that
p
Porthos grows differnt too, like hes 5 but hes older in dog years, I dont know what a dog year is but it meens hes lived 35 dog years, kinda like my dad whos 33 human years I think so he and Porthos are almost the same age, I think thats funny.
So Im supposed to be thinking how I feel about My Birthday. Well if I wasent born and Charlote then I wouldent know my dad and my pop and my sister or Porhos or anyone else on the ship. I wouldent get to play with Data or talk to Nara, and I couldent draw with grampa, I cant draw with grampa rigt now because of pop is mad but dad says we can maybe see him soon. I wouldent have the stars to see, I couldent pet mamas bat even if he dident know. Dont tell him, this is confidenshel. And I couldent camp out with chef in the mess hall and sneak pienapple, or swing real hig on the playset with Izzzy.
But I think most of all if I hadent been born I wouldent know how to laugf and be happy, because I wouldent know my parents and my family and familys stick together and I like that, my family and my dog makes me happyest of all. And I love them. So Im glad its My Birthday tomorow and thats how I feel.
THE END
ps Ant Maddy please dont tell my sekrets thanks
ppsthis was hard my hand hurts
The sounds in my heart: stoodius
::was dropped off by pop a few minutes ago, spent a few minutes talking with Linnis... she's pretty neat, always takes time with Henry... is a different kind of mom from Aunt Maddy, or Liz, or even Nightnurse or Izzy::
::is kinda like Nara, when thinks about it::
::kicks around Nara's room, digging foot into floor as waits for her to get done with her chores... stops to pet Toby, sniffs::
::maybe shoulda brought Porthos::
::wants to have some fun, but... feels kinda strange::
21 February 2005 @ 11:32 pm
(following this thread)
::wanders down the hall after gettin' off the lift... told Aunt Maddy had to use the bathroom, got 'permission' -- meaning she said okay -- to go to the one in sickbay since couldn't go all the way home to use it there... doesn't like all the bathrooms on the ship... too many grownups... but... got distracted an' decided wasn't gonna go back to school today... papa was coming over in a few minutes anyway, so... wanted to just... go sit... ::
::thought as long as was just sittin', could maybe swing... arrives at the Cargo Bay an' opens the door... the big room echoes... likes it here, likes big places... would probably like planets... ::
::walks up to the playset, hears a giggle... but not a kid giggle... rounds the slide, poking head around::
Mister Data...? What're you doin' here?
The sounds in my heart: down
20 February 2005 @ 02:37 pm
...what are you doing...I'm just doin'... something, something Aunt Maddy said I could do *rustlerustle* so just... go away I don't want towell just do it anyway, this is PRIVATE.
*scratchrustlefffffff*
I want tosee what you're doing*mufflerustlerustle*Stop, Lottie, it's mine, it's private an' it's persnal, get your own PADD *stepstepstepbounce*
Henrryyyyy... show me!I can't show you, it's something you hear an' you can't hear it 'cause it's persnal!
...
... *rustleffffffbump* Girls... okay... *taptaptap* Persnal log of Hen--
I'm telling.
*BUMP*LEAVE ME ALONE!*rustlemufflefffffff*
*stepstepstep dooropensstepstep doorcloseswhooshstepstep*
*whoompbouncebounce*
PAPA'S RIGHT, THERE'S NO PRIVCY AROUND HERE!!!
*rustlerustle* *CLICK*
05 December 2004 @ 07:23 pm
::wandering down the hall... passing by papa's coomen, looking up as they go by, waving, smiles, lollypop in mouf... is gape taste, is good::
::knows him... knows her... and her... thinks has seen him, but.. not sure... ooo! she's been wif Unka Tip, knows her, she's a ingeer::
::wonders why they keep looking at Hemmy and smiling, whispering... gives them smile and Hi! and they keep going::
::tugs at flappy thing on nifty new blue shirt, looks like cowboy, hee... flappy thing connected and won't come off, papa put it there... pulls it out from bottom as it brings along the shirt, making a tent, has squigglies on it, looks funny::
::shrugs, keeps going... wants to find Nawa and go pway at new casow::
::stops at sickbay doors... feels funny about it for some reason, likes mama's rooms, has stayed a lot, likes the zoo, wif baat an sug an other stuff... but was scared before when had to stay... stares up at windows in doors, hand on lollystick... slurps gape spit and swallows::
...
::door opens and Nienurf leaves, Hemmy backing up so she don't see... door is still open, makes up mind and darts in as door closes behind::
::stays close to wall, knows all the hideys here... sees Winnif in office, maybe Nawa is here too... girl cooman sitting over on bed, swinging legs... looks like fun, but she looks bored::
::backs into corner, watching::
The sounds in my heart: 'venturous
02 December 2004 @ 03:11 am
::stirs in sleep... keeps hearing noises around, wishes could just sleep all the way... is tired::
::head huhts::
::opens eyes a little, OW! light is bright, closes them again quickly::
::turns head other way... isn't in bed, in own room, even in papa's bed... is in mama's place but not in crib... is on bibed... kinda doesn't like it much, is kinda scary...::
::shivers... cold...::
::pouts, feels it deep down inside::
...
...
::cries quietly... wants papa... wants Laattee... wants dada::
The sounds in my heart: Ow...
17 October 2004 @ 04:39 pm
::runs into the Mess Hall, giggling... knows Nawa is close behind, should be not looking... Hemmy needs to hide::
::stops quickly at the door, so many grups... no one looking::
::darts to the side of the tables, ducking down::
::knows Nawa won't find Hemmy here::
::giggles to self::
The sounds in my heart: hidey
07 September 2004 @ 03:14 pm
::sighs, looking out through the playpen mesh::
::Laattee seeping, was nap-time, Hemmy laid down but wasn't ready to seep, Laattee out right away after long morning chasing Pofo, Armal wouldn't let Hemmy out at same time so had to watch and shout and laugh, happy to pet Pofo when he nudged into the playpen::
::loves Pofo, he's funny!::
::now Armal doing 'work,' he said, sitting at desk and pwaying with things papa always pways with... never smiles when pwaying with those... makes funny mad noises though, talks to the work-things... they never talk back::
::is bored::
::can't climb out, no one puts shape-bock box in playpen anymore... Armal did give Hemmy new toy, stickthing for hand and big paper... said it was 'coloring' but can't say word right... 'cowring'... showed how to move on paper and make scribbles... pretty! Knows boo an red an geen... an red...::
::scribbles, lots of colors, lots of scribbles... babbling softly to self as pways::
::pushes hard, cowring breaks, frowns... won't scribble good anymore...::
::hear a madword from Armal across room, is distracted::
::looks for a moment out viewport at staahs, feeling mad...::
...
...
::suddenly wants dada, not cowring, not bocks, not Pofo, not Armal, not Laattee, not papa not mama or Winnif or Nawa or baaaa...::
...
*WANTS DADA!*
::pouts::
The sounds in my heart: WANTS DADA!
The sounds in my head: Armal's mad words, Laattee snoring