Post by Genevieve Aroris on Dec 18, 2010 11:05:28 GMT -5
If anyone had been walking near the farthest end of the building, they would have heard mass amounts of banging, breaking, and other such violence. Genevieve Lidda was suffering through another one of her random tantrums. They had started to come out of no where, and she didn't know what to do other than use the sudden flares of her gift against every piece of metal, glass, and tool that she could get her eyes on.
The teenage boogie screamed in rage as she took hold of a thick piece of re-bar with her metal manipulation and slammed it into a nearby wall of the side room in her workshop. Genevieve had designed the room for days like this, when she couldn't control herself and had sudden desires to break everything within a bajillion mile radius. This attack though, was particularly strong, and the effects of it were very obvious as a whirlwind of broken metal and tools flew around the room and she beat at a bent up old mattress with a wrench.
A sudden tapping on the door startled her. Who would that be knocking? No one really even knew that she had a workshop, let alone this side room. The young girl let everything fall to the ground and stormed to the door angrily and yelled to whoever had interrupted her.
"WHAT DO YOU WANT!?"
Again something tapped on the heavy wooden door. The brat glared and grabbed the handle to the door before yanking it open so hard she almost hit herself with it. Before she even had time to register who had come to call, she was tackled by a mass of chains, bronze, brass, aluminum, iron, and rust. Six mechanical jellyfish slammed playfully into her chest and wrapped delicate and hardy tendrils around her. A red one was settled on her torso, its limbs wrapped all the way around her, and there were several that attempted to do the same, but just weren't long enough.
After a quick head-count, Genevieve almost panicked. There were only six! Where was... oh no! Where was Rusty! Rusty was the smallest of the group, only two inches long and constantly flaking off rust no matter how many repairs she performed on the runt. Her worry was swiftly turned into extreme affection as Rusty bobbled in last with his goggles that she had made for him long ago tangled in his tentacles. He was telling her that he was ready for an adventure with his master, because an adventure always cheered her up. Rusty was so innocent and childlike and it was this simplicity that made her smile so effortlessly.
Her familiars were wonderful to her. They were really the only friends she knew in this cold world of Boogies, no one in the manor really took time to talk to her, but goodness they sure did like to buy up her wares in the marketplace.
After every high, there must be a low, and Genevieve was starting to feel that low. Whenever she had one of her tantrums, she would switch from fury beyond fury, to a simple and all consuming depression. If asked, she wouldn't be able to describe what was making her sad, all that she knew was that she was sad and felt miserable. The girl started to tear up, and pushed her jellyfish away from her and went to find a Band-Aid for her face; a sliver of broken sheet metal had grazed by her face at one point during her freak-out.
After situating the bandage on her cheek she grabbed a thick brown aviator jacket to put over her thin crème work shirt and baggy beige capris. Standing at the door for a moment, she looked to the back of her workshop where her jellyfish still floated, feeling sad because she pushed them away when they tried to help.
Genevieve pushed her arms through the big sleeves of the jacket and plopped her cap on her head and shrugged impatiently. "Are you guys coming or what?"
ZOOOOOM THUD!!! Whissssh plink!
That was the sound of six large metal things rushing into the body of a steampunk boogie, and then one tiny metal thing settling itself on its usual seat of a hat. Rare was the day when the longest jelly would come out, but Gustav followed along with the rest, floating along behind.
Still sniffling, Genevieve led the large party through the halls to the front entrance. The only thing left was that stupid staircase... Genevieve didn't get along with stairs very often. Her cobbled shoes didn't shift well on the structure. The boogie was tempted to ask Gustav and Abigail to carry her down the stairs, as they were the biggest and strongest of the jellyfish and could have pulled it off easily, but she decided to slide down the rail instead. Settling on the rail, she slid... most of the way down with incidence. Once she hit that midway point though, things got a little sketchy. Losing control of the slide, she flipped off the back of the rail towards the ground. Gustav, the brute of the crew, had known this was probably going to happen and had been waiting on the other side so he could grab her just in case.
His thick tendrils wrapped around one of her ankles and lowered the glowering girl the rest of the way to the ground. "Thank-you Gustav... today just isn't my day I guess." With one more sniffle, she stood up and looked around to make sure no one had witnessed her failure at sliding and she wouldn't have to hide here for a while till they left.
The teenage boogie screamed in rage as she took hold of a thick piece of re-bar with her metal manipulation and slammed it into a nearby wall of the side room in her workshop. Genevieve had designed the room for days like this, when she couldn't control herself and had sudden desires to break everything within a bajillion mile radius. This attack though, was particularly strong, and the effects of it were very obvious as a whirlwind of broken metal and tools flew around the room and she beat at a bent up old mattress with a wrench.
A sudden tapping on the door startled her. Who would that be knocking? No one really even knew that she had a workshop, let alone this side room. The young girl let everything fall to the ground and stormed to the door angrily and yelled to whoever had interrupted her.
"WHAT DO YOU WANT!?"
Again something tapped on the heavy wooden door. The brat glared and grabbed the handle to the door before yanking it open so hard she almost hit herself with it. Before she even had time to register who had come to call, she was tackled by a mass of chains, bronze, brass, aluminum, iron, and rust. Six mechanical jellyfish slammed playfully into her chest and wrapped delicate and hardy tendrils around her. A red one was settled on her torso, its limbs wrapped all the way around her, and there were several that attempted to do the same, but just weren't long enough.
After a quick head-count, Genevieve almost panicked. There were only six! Where was... oh no! Where was Rusty! Rusty was the smallest of the group, only two inches long and constantly flaking off rust no matter how many repairs she performed on the runt. Her worry was swiftly turned into extreme affection as Rusty bobbled in last with his goggles that she had made for him long ago tangled in his tentacles. He was telling her that he was ready for an adventure with his master, because an adventure always cheered her up. Rusty was so innocent and childlike and it was this simplicity that made her smile so effortlessly.
Her familiars were wonderful to her. They were really the only friends she knew in this cold world of Boogies, no one in the manor really took time to talk to her, but goodness they sure did like to buy up her wares in the marketplace.
After every high, there must be a low, and Genevieve was starting to feel that low. Whenever she had one of her tantrums, she would switch from fury beyond fury, to a simple and all consuming depression. If asked, she wouldn't be able to describe what was making her sad, all that she knew was that she was sad and felt miserable. The girl started to tear up, and pushed her jellyfish away from her and went to find a Band-Aid for her face; a sliver of broken sheet metal had grazed by her face at one point during her freak-out.
After situating the bandage on her cheek she grabbed a thick brown aviator jacket to put over her thin crème work shirt and baggy beige capris. Standing at the door for a moment, she looked to the back of her workshop where her jellyfish still floated, feeling sad because she pushed them away when they tried to help.
Genevieve pushed her arms through the big sleeves of the jacket and plopped her cap on her head and shrugged impatiently. "Are you guys coming or what?"
ZOOOOOM THUD!!! Whissssh plink!
That was the sound of six large metal things rushing into the body of a steampunk boogie, and then one tiny metal thing settling itself on its usual seat of a hat. Rare was the day when the longest jelly would come out, but Gustav followed along with the rest, floating along behind.
Still sniffling, Genevieve led the large party through the halls to the front entrance. The only thing left was that stupid staircase... Genevieve didn't get along with stairs very often. Her cobbled shoes didn't shift well on the structure. The boogie was tempted to ask Gustav and Abigail to carry her down the stairs, as they were the biggest and strongest of the jellyfish and could have pulled it off easily, but she decided to slide down the rail instead. Settling on the rail, she slid... most of the way down with incidence. Once she hit that midway point though, things got a little sketchy. Losing control of the slide, she flipped off the back of the rail towards the ground. Gustav, the brute of the crew, had known this was probably going to happen and had been waiting on the other side so he could grab her just in case.
His thick tendrils wrapped around one of her ankles and lowered the glowering girl the rest of the way to the ground. "Thank-you Gustav... today just isn't my day I guess." With one more sniffle, she stood up and looked around to make sure no one had witnessed her failure at sliding and she wouldn't have to hide here for a while till they left.
