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Post by breakingdawn on May 9, 2009 16:42:30 GMT -5
Alexandra sat on the couch in the living room of what was now her condo. Jasper had disappeared days ago, but she wasn't the least bit surprised. He was a weird one and, in a lot of ways, she regretted everything she'd ever done with him or put him through. How could she live like this anymore?
She didn't know where her kids were, although she knew they were somewhere inside of the house. Since there was no ruckus about, she decided not to worry. What she would do was text her sister. She hadn't spoken to her in a while.
She reached for her purse behind her and started digging through it to find her phone. When she found it, she sent her sister a text message and waited for her reply. Alexandra's Outfit
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Post by rosie on May 10, 2009 3:12:18 GMT -5
Rosie was quiet. She sat on the floor in her bedroom, brushing a Barbie's hair. All her dolls were lined up sitting down, leaning against the wall. They were going to have a wedding. She had a wedding dress and other dresses laid out, and all her Ken dolls were in nice tuxedos. But oddly, the house was quiet. She set down the doll in her hand, and left her bedroom to see why it was so quiet. Her mother sat alone on the couch. She tiptoed back into her room and cleaned up most of her dolls, except the one whose hair she'd been combing. She picked up the comb and the doll and went back into the living room, where she sat on the couch next to Lexie.
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Post by breakingdawn on May 11, 2009 6:08:28 GMT -5
Alexandra grinned when her daughter waddled downstairs and climed up on the couch next to her. "Hi, boo. What'cha up to?" As if she didn't already know the answer, but it would be a good make conversation with her daughter while she waited for her sister's response. Knowing Veronica, it would be a while.
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Post by eddy on May 11, 2009 13:31:01 GMT -5
Edmmett was in his room, playing with Lego; more like trying to finish up his plane. He could hear his sister, in her room probably playing with her Barbie like she always does. Edmmett had been working on his plane Lego for days, and by now it was finished. He was so proud of himself that he finished without anyone helps. He didn't want to bother anyone because he knows how his mother gets when they make noises better yet they use their powers, which he doesn't like it very much. As much as he loves his mother, he hates it how she's being controlling all the time.
He picked up his plane, walked out of his room, so that he could show it to his sister. But when he passed her room, her door was open and she wasn't in it; instead she was downstairs with their mother. Edmmett went downstairs, finding Rosabella in the couch with their mother. From seeing and feeling that she was trying her best to talk to them but she was almost failing. He walked upto Rosabella, smiling and held up his finished plane. "Rosie, look!" Edmmett held up what he finished for Rosabella to see.
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Post by breakingdawn on May 11, 2009 13:49:52 GMT -5
Alexandra saw her son come down with a elgo plane and show his sister. She smiled. "That's good, baby. Nice job." She knew her kids didn't like living without Jasper. She sighed. "Eddie, why don't you come sit up here by mommy." She patted the seat next to her. "I'd like to talk to you guys about something, if you don't mind." It was time to change her ways. The kids needed to understand why she was so controlling and protective.
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Post by eddy on May 11, 2009 15:51:18 GMT -5
Edmmett looked at his mother when she commented what he did. He felt proud of himself, but most of all he really missed his father. He didn't see around much, so he figured that there was something wrong. But what? Edmmett set the plane on the table and sat down next to his mother where she patted the empty space. He opened his mouth to talk, but nothing came out. He sat there, waiting for it to process as it did, he got a feeling that it wasn't going to be good news or anything good about it. "What is it?" He asked finally after a moment of silence.
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Post by breakingdawn on May 11, 2009 16:01:17 GMT -5
"I know this is going to be hard on the two of you," Alexandra said after a long moment of akward silence. "You dad being gone and all. But I want you to know that I'm going to change. He had a long talk with me and told me that I could not be as controlling as I am. I have to learn to respect your abilities. I guess it's because I'm human that I don't understand as much. And I'm reluctant about you using your powers because I don't want anything to happen to you like what happened to your dad with me." She sighed. "I love your father. Just not in the way I know you'd like me to. He's in love with his ex-wife still. I just hope you two understand our situation is not good."
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Post by rosie on May 14, 2009 18:52:18 GMT -5
"Barbie and Ken are having a wedding," Rosabella explained to her mother. "Barbie is nervous, but she knows Ken is the one for her." She held the doll out to her mother when her brother Edmmett came in.
"Rosie, look!" he'd said, holding up his plane. Rosie smiled. "You did it! It looks wonderful Edmmett!" She was happy for him, but her happiness fell a little when her mom wanted to talk about her daddy.
Rosie nodded. There wasn't much she could think of to say in response to what Lexie said. She loved her mommy, and she loved her daddy. She wanted her daddy here, with her, where he should be, and she couldn't help but think that the whole reason he was gone was because of her. Rosie may be more mature than a normal child of her age, but she was still inexperienced in the adult world. Regardless of whether her mother supported her and Edmmett's abilities or not, it never stopped Rosie from loving her. She leaned toward Lexie, hugging her.
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Post by breakingdawn on May 15, 2009 6:04:09 GMT -5
Alexandra gave her daughter a little pat on the back and a hug to go with it. She looked at her son, wondering what his reaction would be. She knew both kids were a little on the fringe when it came to Jasper, Eddie especially. She held out her arm, offering to hug him.
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