Topic: Jen-isms!

Jenai Ravenlock

Date: 2006-08-17 11:36 EST
Function: noun
Pronunciation: 'jen-zm
Middle English jen-isme, from Middle French & Latin; Middle French, partly from Latin jen-isma (from Greek) & partly from Latin jen-ismus, from Greek jen-ismos; Greek jen-isma & jen-ismos, from verbs in -izein -ize
1 a : act : practice : process b : manner of action or behavior characteristic of a (specified) Jenai
2 : adherence to a system or a class of principles
3 : characteristic or peculiar feature or trait
4 a : state : condition : property b : Normal state for someone called Jenai or condition resulting from excess of a (specified) thing or marked by resemblance to (such) a person or thing <Jenism>


The Plant:
At the door the little redhead stopped and thought. But only for a minute. A Jen-Minute was a neo-second to most others. You see, she was always running in 5th gear mentally... too bad it was also when she took turns on the thought road and would skitter off the road. And there are times when the whole thing slipped right into neutral!

ah yes, where was she? She bent over and brushed some of the dirt from her feet. Giving her toes a little wiggle with a smile coming over her face and darted inside. A tiny itty bitty red clay pot in her hand.

In a flurry of tumbling fire hued waves, she skittered now down the hall, Pitter Patter Slappity went the bottom of her feet till she came to the living room. Well it's where they all hung out like a bunch of she lions on sofas instead of rocks with it's various pieces of pillows and other chases. It was here that each one of the sisters had their own or favorite chair that fit them. Jen's was of course a massive mess of pillows and strolls.

Anyway! Bouncing to a stop she skipped to the window. With sudden gentleness she set the pot down sweetly, as if it was a bubble instead of earth made clay.

A baby Venus fly trap sat nestled in the mossy wet pot, Soil still bulged over one edge.

"There! I'll call you, " Now, JenJen thinking like JenJen's often do, had to give this new Pet of hers a good name. Oh she came up will a dozen names, but some seemed too prissy or too mean, so she settled on "Cleo!"

"I bet you would like some music!" she spun on her heals so fast she ended up with a piece of hair in her mouth. Plooy-ing it out, she jumped over the coffee table and reached for the stereo. Yeah they had a stereo, goddess they aren't barbarians! Big Band started blasting through the speakers, filling the house with the "Dirty Boogie" Plants liked music right?

Umrae'diira

Date: 2006-08-17 19:32 EST
~I got a little boogie but it ain't too clean~
~It's real low down and it's kinda' mean~
~The dirty boogie~
~The dirty boogie~
~When I get low down, it's the dirty boogie for me~

The Drowess' eyes snapped open rather suddenly as less-than-dulcet tones begin blasting throughout the house. The rest of her Sisters might socialize amongst each other regularly, but Rae preferred the solitude of her room and the quiet of meditation most of the time. Her bed was a simple mat on the floor. So was her "chair" in the living room, when she did visit with the other Scathachians.

She rises quickly to her feet, quirking an eyebrow up waaay high in pure and unadulterated wonderment at this... noise.

'WTF?' would sum her look up pretty well.

~Well you rattle and shake, you moan and groan~
~A girl like you I could never bring home~
~The dirty boogie~
~The dirty boogie~
~When I get low down, it's the dirty boogie for me~

Short blade drawn, she exploded out of her room, wondering if this was perhaps some kind of attack upon the Sanctuary. Down the hallway she went, supple leather cuirass (worn more for the sake of modesty than as armor. Even so, the 'modesty' was more for other's sakes than her own. Umrae'diira, like most Scathachians, was rather shameless) rasping softly as she bolted into the living room.

~They're shakin their hips and scream and shout~
~And doin' things I can't even talk about~
~The dirty boogie~
~Catch my drift~
~The dirty boogie~
~When I get low down, it's the dirty boogie for me~

Seeing that the Sanctuary was not, in fact, under attack, the wickedly-curved mithril blade was hidden away about her person again, perhaps into one of the black leather armwraps or legwraps or even the cuirass itself she wore. Black hands pressed down to pointed black ears, sensative to the extraordinarily loud music. Far, far more louder now that she was in the living room with the stereo, and a bebopping-about Jenai.

To her ears, the music was like thunder. Lightning striking the ground only feet away. Cannonfire, with your head just beneath the barrel. Elves had particularly keen hearing, after all. Far in advance of humans.

She lifted her voice accordingly.

"JEN!! WHAT IS THIS.... CACAPHONY!?"

~The dirty boogie~
~How's it go?~
~The dirty boogie~
~Not too slow~
~When I get low down, it's the dirty boogie for me~

Jenai Ravenlock

Date: 2006-08-18 02:32 EST
She nearly jumped out of her skin in a less then graceful jolt. Rae had snuck up on her. It wasn't too hard at them moment. Clutching her chest, The look on her face was one of complete calamity, red and wide eyed deer in the headlight of not only a car, but a convoy of semi's.

"It's For The Plant!" Jen didn't bother yet with turning down the music, for after she finally collected herself together she cupped a hand to her mouth and shouted, the other arm across her pointing to the stereo. "They Like Music!"

Seeing Rae still there cupping her ears she got one of her oops looks. Her arm struck out like lightning and slapped the volume knob sending it spinning to mute. "It's for the Plant."
Her hands behind her back like she'd been caught in the cookie jar. But that only lasted for a second and she bolted out of the living room in a leap any deer would have been proud of. Hell Jen should have her own yellow sign buy now.

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Jenai Ravenlock

Date: 2006-08-30 12:48 EST
Tiki strikes.

Jen felt it was a must to tug on an old pair of cut off sweats, faded wife beater, and paint splattered kerchief around her head to clean house. Clean it to good way, you know, in your not expecting company clothes and the house all to yourself?

She walked out of the library, dust rag in one hand, dust-b-gone can in the other, she looked like she was right outta a b-rated movie, ATTACK of the HOUSEKEEPER 5.

Tiki Kitty was playing tag with a leaf she must have brought inside. Flipping it up to chase it around the carpet and the end table leg again and again. It brought a smile to Jenai's face.

She trotted over as Tiki stopped and gave her a quick mew. It stole her heart and she just had to give the bugger a pet. As the kitten curled it's self around Jen's ankle, she couldn't help but look at the leaf.

"Dead Leaf Ha! You suck leaf!... what the...?"

She bent down and snatched it up for a closer examination... funny looking, with little barb thingies on....

Her eyes darted to the window sill. The little clay pot lay turned on it's side, dark soil lay in clumps on and off the sill.... it's little leafs desperately clung to the shredded roots.

"Cleo! No!" She was at the window in half a heart beat, her lower lip growing into a big fat pout. Tears gathered on her eye lashes. Kitten 1, venus Fly Trap 0. She held the little baby plant in her hands, dirt and tattered leaves.

Tiki started making busy by cleaning herself. Jenai couldn't be mad, she was just a kitten. No telling what attracts a cat to attack house plants.

Jenjen the sad sniffled and cradled what was left as she walked outta the living room.

"Issy! Issy! It's dead!"