Out Of Time {Time Displaced pt. 1}

After many years and many, many more vinyl kiddos than Ravendruid and I ever expected to have, it has become necessary to restart the family story. The original plans on introducing everyone as the entered the household never was able to be done in the order they should have for various reasons. Some of them ended up with conflicting stories that had become nothing more than a tangled mess that even the most skillful would be challenged to sort out if it was even possible.

 

So I have decided to rewrite the whole story to the way it should have been while still leaving the doors open for any new kiddos who will inevitably wander into our strange, rag-taggle (no longer small) family. I hope you enjoy the view through this small window into what has become our daily life.

 

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Near the end of September, as the cool winds slowly enticed the Summer's leaves to flush crimson, burn a shocking orange, or capture the memory of the yellowing sun in one last glorious spectacle before their beauty faded, the advance of seasons was barely noted. Instead the wonder was overshadowed by one typical teenage girl as she navigates through the joy that is High School life.

 

 

Naiomi: “How dare he! The pompous... Keeping me after class, as if I have nothing better to do!”

 

 

Naiomi: “I have half a mind to greet his pretty-boy face with my fist next time he pulls a stunt like that. Of all the nerve!”

 

Sohi: “You have half a mind?”

 

 

Naiomi: *plops onto the sofa* “Just one punch to that condescending sneer of his... what I wouldn’t give... Just KAPOW!”

 

 

Naiomi: “I swear, he wouldn’t be happy with anything short of ‘yes your highness.’ ‘May I please your highness.’ ‘Do you want me to shine your shoes your highness?’ ‘May I be your doormat your highness.’ How about you kiss my derriere your highness!”

 

Sohi: “God help the noble Claudio! If he hath caught the Benedict, it will cost him a thousand pounds ere he be cured.”

 

 

Naiomi: “What does Much Ado have to do with any of this?”

 

Sohi: “I had rather hear my dog bark at a crow than a man swear he loves me.”

 

 

Naiomi: “He is no less than a stuffed man!” *yells in frustration*

 

Sohi: *jumps*

 

Naiomi: “I can’t stand that pompous, condescending, selfish, spoiled, pampered... bag of wind!”

 

 

Naiomi: “Stupid, stupid boy!”

 

Sohi: *starts to collect her things*

 

Naiomi: *grabs a pillow and starts punching it* “I hate his stupid face, his stupid clothes...”

 

 

Sohi: “Come back later. There’s a witch on a rampage in there.”

 

Naiomi: “I feel sorry for the glasses stuck on the stupid head, of a stupid boy who’s such a stupid, stupid... ARGH!”

 

 

Dakota: “What’s all yer ruckus fer? Yer lettin’ on like a hound with fleas an ain’t got no way ta scratch. What’s botherin’ ya darlin’?”

 

Sohi: “The fires of love.”

 

 

Naiomi: “No it’s NOT!” *raises the pillow to throw it*

 

Yuriko: “My poor little sister!”

 

 

Naiomi: *throws the pillow as Sohi skitters away*

 

Yuriko: “Tell me it’s not true!” *hints of despair creep into her voice*

 

Dakota: “Darlin’ what’s got yer dander up? I ain’t never seen ya in such a fit.”

 

 

Naiomi: “The student council president is an ass. I could just sock him one.”

 

Yuriko: “Oh. Him.”

 

Dakota: *giggles*

 

 

Naiomi: “Do you know what that... dunderhead had the nerve to inform me of? He decided that it was my job to be in charge of the school’s Halloween party!”

 

Dakota: “Y’all should be flattered that he thinks so durn highly of yer skills. As the president of the Drama club, you and yer friends can show off a bit.”

 

 

Naiomi: “That’s not his reasoning. Do you know what he had the gall to tell me? ‘The funds for the semester have already been allocated to other projects, but I expect the Drama club will find ways to use your resources wisely. With the collection of brothers and sisters you seem to have acbleepulated, I am sure you can find ways to make sure there is no shortage of willing hands.’ He actually said that to my face!”

 

 

Naiomi: “Does he think I have nothing better to do with my time? Why should I have to do his project that he’s too cheap to pay for? What do I get out of it? Does he even have a clue how little time I have? Mama needs my help with the store, I have homework, weekly club activities, Ralph has outgrown all his clothes and need new ones made, not to mention that Mama and Papa need me to help around here while spending time with the family. Am I just supposed to do the party in my free time? What a joke!”

 

Dakota: “Y’all know we’ll pitch in when we can darlin’.”

 

 

Naiomi: “And that’s another thing, he also said it would be open house.”

 

Dakota: “Ain’t that a good thing?”

 

Naiomi: “Maybe, except when the rest of the household hears about it... Can you imagine trying to tell them that they can’t go without a costume? And who is left to make all of them? Just me and Mama!”

 

Dakota: “Sure as the sun will rise yer family will help ya. Y’all are that kind of people.”

 

Yuriko: *eats the cookie from Naiomi’s lunch*

 

 

Dakota: “Don’t worry yer pretty li’l head over me. I’m sure I’ve got somethin’ stashed away that I can wear.”

 

Yuriko: “Yeah, and I have my minions to do my bidding.” *talks around a mouthful of cookies*

 

Dakota: “Minions?”

 

Yuriko: “Yeah, Sohi and Miku. Miku minion.” *giggles*

 

 

Yuriko: “I can wear my cupcake and they can make costumes to match. All cute girls should match.”

 

Dakota: “The li’l munchkin still has her outfit too ain’t she?”

 

Naiomi: “No, Mama took it away when she found Bree trying to eat the yarn.”

 

 

Yuriko: “Weird boy can help out too.”

 

Naiomi: “Quit calling Ralph ‘weird boy.’”

 

Yuriko: “What about boy? He can draw can’t he?”

 

Naiomi: “His name is Lucas!”

 

 

Naiomi: “And why are you eating my cookies??”

 

Yuriko: “Because they were there and looked lonely.”

 

Naiomi: “AAAARGH! I’ve had enough!”

 

 

Naiomi: “I’m not a doormat. Of all the nerve! If he thinks I’m just one of his lackeys, he’s got another thing coming!”

 

Dakota: “Darlin’, show that turkey what kind of fireball ya be.”

 

Yuriko: *tries to hide the cookies*

 

 

Naiomi: *continues ranting* “Stuffed turkey? That’s too high of a praise for that... boil, plague sore, embossed carbuncle! He just thinks he’s so charming and cool that I will faint at his feet by simply being in his vicinity! I’ll show him what I can do! ‘I'll beat thee, but I should infect my hands.’ Does he think I am some simpleton? That I have no talent? I’ll prove him wrong so he will grovel at my feet! ‘Asses are made to bear, and so are you!’”

 

Dakota: *whispers to Yuriko* “Ya better scoot before the actress’ storm rounds on ya again. Y’all know she’s mad when she starts usin’ those highfalutin’ Shakespearean insults.”

 

 

Naiomi: *continues to fume* “DOLLY! Skeletor is trying to chew up the toys again! Come clean up your mess before Mama sees it!”

 

 

Naiomi: “And who didn’t hang up the curtains after they got washed??”

 

 

Dolly: “This isn’t my mess! I don’t play with dolls!”

 

 

Naiomi: *her fury turns on the little guy* “CLEAN IT UP!”

 

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Continued in Taking Time {Time Displaced pt. 2}

Edited September 12, 2017 by Guest

Oh this was delightful! I wonder who the student council president is...

 

I really loved the Irony of Dakota saying that everyone is here for Naiomi while Yuriko starts eating her cookies. This was really nicely written. The intro was beautiful and the dialogue was very distinct for each character. I'm really excited for this to continue.

Yaaaaay! It's starting!

I'm really impressed by the set in this, it looks amazing, especially all those DD-sized toys!

And you're really good with expressions and gestures as usual. I love Naomi more and more.

OMG that set looks AWESOME! (though I keep staring longingly at those binoculars in particular. XD)

 

Naomi sure is more passionate than I had thought from the earlier stories, but I guess back then we didn't see anything really get her goat.

 

Trying to guess who the Student Council President is. . . it's likely either Kyoya or Madison. :/ She'll have to calm down and be utterly stoic to get through to Kyoya, and not even a punch to the jaw is going to make Madison back down.

 

Part 2 is going to be entertaining indeed.

Poor Naiomi. Kiyoteru is such a handful. Oh well, there go the woes of young love for you. Hang in there sweetie. Shall I send Tomoe to help sort the boy out?

 

SK, your set is just lovely. I love that sofa and all the room details. So cozy. I really want to see all the oher parts of your set now. It just looks so great. I think I have set envy. I think I should start finishing mine and do more photostories myself. I can't wait to see the rest of yours.

At very, very long last the next chapter, Taking Time {Time Displaced pt. 2} is now posted.

 

~Sister Kyoya