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Brat
A rather unfortunate creature (not that she agrees with that testament; being [b]quite[/b] happy with who and what she is), who was graced with neither good looks or conventional intelligence. (now several years into her future, for testing purposes)
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The Infinite Void
a character in “The Multiverse”, as played by Dan-Nal-Khali
So begins...
Brat's Story
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Brat practically bounced over to Romanae, hands still clapping. "Hello! Hello! Hello! You look like my Mum!" That, of course, was obvious, but Brat still liked to say it. And it was the truth; nobody could tell her off for being honest.
Brat grinned into Romanae's palm, laughing to herself. "So, so so so so so, who's the whore? I really want to know! Is Rubber getting married? Is he having sex? Is there really someone stupid enough to sleep with him? He's a man-whore. I know this."
Brat stormed away from the woman who looked like her mother, no longer interested. She didn't like being shushed. She climbed the stairs, delighted to find her father, and dragged him off to the upper floors of the hotel.
Brat wandered into the bar, turned about, walked straight out again, then entered. Grinning a wide, twitching grin, she surveyed the room with large, pinkish eyes. Her grin expanded to near-epic proportions at what she saw.
Brat crouched down on a table in the middle of the room, head tipped to the side, wicked grin still very much in place. "He knocked someone up? ...ewww... Eww! Herpes! HIV! Ewww!"
Brat folded her arms and stuck her tongue out. "I think you're lying, Rubber-Johnny- actually- actually- actually- actually that name has to go; you don't know how to use one of those." She sucked her tongue back in again. "And I think you're lying! Does it made you hardcore, not catching germs? Or dead... are you dead? You smell like you're dead." Long, pale fingers came up to pinch her nose shut. "Ewww."
Brat giggled as some woman or other tried to pat her on the head, and called her cute; that was funny. She wasn't very happy that Izumi was ignoring her, that was rude. Very rude. And it made her upset... well, that was a lie, but she could at least look upset about it.
She wilted rather convincingly, whining and shooting hurt looks at Izumi.
She wilted rather convincingly, whining and shooting hurt looks at Izumi.
Brat continued to huff and sulk increasingly loudly, because she didn't like being ignored! Not at all! People shouldn't ignore her! She whined, folding and unfolding her arms before sitting down heavily on the table she's been perching on.
Brat was contemplating throwing an all-out screaming tantrum if someone didn't notice her. She hopped from one table to the next, landed on the bar, and dropped over to curl her small self none too gently on top of Crepa. "They're all ignoring me!"
Brat wandered into the bar, despite her small size,grinning a twitching grin and clapping her hands. Almost as soon as she had entered, she walked back out again, returning seconds later with her odd ritual complete.
Brat turned around, large, pale eyes lighting up. "How did you do that? Hm? Hm? Hm? How did you do that? Do you have a Storm Doll? Are you a Crescent Sky?" Her eyes glittered. "Are you Scottish?!"
Brat skipped up to invade the boy's personal space. "You're black!" That fact seemed to entertain her. "You look funny funny funny funny." She giggled, her jumping repetition of the word (spawned by an unconscious impulse, impossible to ignore) didn't bother her in the least. It was like scratching an itch; that's what you did when you had one. When you wanted to clap your hands or say something six times in a row, that's what had to be done.
She waved happily at her mother, despite the woman's vicious tone. "Daddy isn't here right now."
She waved happily at her mother, despite the woman's vicious tone. "Daddy isn't here right now."
Brat wasn't about to leave her new source of interest alone, swinging her arms (because she wanted to). "Mummy! Mummy! Look!" She pointed, jumping up and down a little, scant inches from the boy's shoulder. "He's black, Mummy! And I don't know were Daddy is. No, no no no no no no no... getting food. Yes yes food."
Brat drew in a deep, deep breath through her nose, little face screwing up into a scowl as he hands came up onto her hips. Out went the breath in an angry, growling huff. "No!"
Brat pouted crossly. "But that's not fair! I want both! I want brothers and sisters and sisters and sisters and daddy food!" Her repetition seemed closer to a tick than a stammer, accompanied by a strange half-blink in her right eye.
Brat toddled into the bar, having given her babysitter of the evening the slip yet again; he smelled funny, and wasn't half as interesting as her grandaddies; they made her laugh, always giving her to each other or other people like she was smelly. But she wasn't; that was her babysitter... he couldn't even remember his name, but he smelled like human. And she got told off every time she bit him, which was funny too... maybe she should find him- oh! People!
Short attention span worn out and hands clapping, Brat turned her attention to the room.
Short attention span worn out and hands clapping, Brat turned her attention to the room.
Brat grinned, wobbling over to her parents. She plopped down on the rug beside them, grinning inanely to herself. Her parents didn't want her there? Not her problem. She was, at least partially, aware of what they were saying about her, but that in no way meant that she was about to take their desires into account. She simply sat, rocking happily with her feet in her hands.
Brat pretended to be totally unaware of her mother speaking to her for quite some time, lifting her bare feet into her mouth to suck her toes. When that got boring she said the word "banana" twelve times and clapped her hands together again, because she felt like she needed too. Only then did she look at Crepa. "Dun wanna." was her intelligent reply.
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