06-23-2015, 12:57 AM
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Having finally managed to catch his balance, Shan lifts his pale, blocky head and glances around. He sees immediately that he is in some sort of room. One splashed in various shades of pink, white, and gold. He might have been curious had fear not still pounded through him. If he had a heart, it would have been thumping rapidly within his chest. A sudden screech threatens to deafen him, causing him to flinch and nearly tumble back into the hellish box. His gaze catches upon a girl with head full of blond ringlets and a garishly bright frilly pink dress. A girl who happens to be making the godawful noise currently assaulting his ears.
With his choices limited to jumping back into the box full of broken toys, or jumping to the floor and making a run for it, he chooses what any sane horse would. He jumps and runs. Or rather, he jumps, bounces, stumbles, then runs. Not realizing how light and bouncy plastic is, he takes the leap of faith and winds up tumbling head over heel for several feet before he finally manages to regain his equilibrium. Back on his rather clumsy feet, he dashes for the open door. Behind him, he can hear the girl’s angry protest. NO pony. Her voice reminds him of the beastly doll’s. Perhaps slightly less nasal, but no less high pitched or irritating. Not to mention particularly shrill.
He can taste freedom as he closes in on the door, hope rising in his chest. Only a few more feet and he would be out. He would be free (or so he would like to believe). But alas it is not to be. With only scant feet left, she pounds up behind him, chubby hand closing over his small body, squeezing him tightly. As soon as her hand falls upon him, he finds himself suddenly unable to move. His body is frozen in that last position, legs stretched out in a long stride (well, as long as a toy pony’s stride can be). He panics, attempting to thrash, kick, bite, anything really. His body simply will not obey his instructions. Instead he finds himself at the mercy of a spoiled girl-child, bent on having her way.
Bad pony, she says, plopping down onto the pink and white rug, satisfaction in her limpid blue gaze. She turns him this way and that, studying him from every angle. She pulls on his teal and purple striped mane and tail, separating the strands before curling them around her plump fingers. With Shan still clutched in her hand, she suddenly pops up, running over to her toy box so that she can dig through it with the other hand. She comes up with a small brush and a delighted grin on her lips. She proceeds to jerk the pale pink brush through his stringy hair, pulling out several strands as she does. It is then he realizes how fortunate it is that plastic is not nearly as sensitive as skin. Though he can feel the tugging and pulling of the brush, he cannot seem to feel the sharp pain of strands being removed from scalp. Thank the gods for small favors.
She proceeds to play with him for at least an hour, pulling out Barbies to ride him, hold him, and pet him. Then various other animals (a pig, a dog, a couple of tiny plastic cows, even a rather large chicken) and a dainty red barn to make a rather odd looking barnyard. He might not have known what a farm was before today, but he does know that chickens should not be larger than horses, and they most definitely should not be larger than barns. All the while she is making some sort of noise. Singing, or using oddly pitched voices to make conversation between the Barbies and animals. At one point she devolves into an argument with herself as she shakes Shan and a doll at one another alternately.
You are a naughty pony! You ran away. I saw you hanging out with Jessi!
No, I’m a good pony. You weren’t paying attention to me. I was lonely!
I petted you and petted you! You’re a filthy liar.
Well, you’re a tramp!
Shan is thoroughly confused by this conversation. It seems as though she is pretending he is having this conversation. But he would never say any of those things! He doesn’t even know what a tramp is! He will certainly have to find out if he ever gets out of this though.
At long last he thinks the torture might finally be over as a feminine voice echoes through the doorway. Nerissa, come on. We’re going to go shopping! Dropping Shan to the floor, Nerissa let’s out that same ear-shattering screech before scrambling to her feet. The door slams shut behind her as she leaves the room.
As soon as the door shuts, he finds himself suddenly able to move. With a huge sigh of relief, he clamors to his feet, careful to avoid touching any of the Barbie dolls surrounding him. He remembers too well his previous encounter with them. Darting to the door, he closely inspects the entire length of it. He kneels down, peering through the narrow crack left at the bottom of the door. To his dismay, he finds it much too narrow for him to fit through. Climbing back to his feet, he pushes and kicks against the solid door, to no avail. Finally giving up on the endeavor, he turns to investigate the rest of the room. He slides into every nook and cranny he can find, hoping against hope that he might find a way out. All for naught. The window is much too high for him to even have a hope of reaching. He’s pretty sure there are not enough Legos in the world to reach that high. Nevertheless he continues to search doggedly until he hears a door slam in the distance.
Stiffening, Shannisoran’s gaze darts to the closed door. A high pitched voice rings out from the corridor beyond and fear hits the plastic colt like a blow. Glancing around wildly, his dark gaze catches upon the lace covered gold and white bed. Darting for it, he slips under the edge of the bed just as the door opens. To his horror, he finds himself frozen once again. Nerissa chooses that moment to utter a questioning Pony?
Pony, where’d you go?
If Shan could move, he would be cowering under the farthest corner of the bed. Instead, he can only stand where he is, near the edge of the bed, fear quaking in his non-existent heart. Before long, Nerissa lifts the bed skirt to peer into the dark depths where Shan’s not so secret hiding place is. Her blue eyes lighting up, she reaches out to grab him as she exclaims There you are pony! How’d you get under the bed? Silly Belle.
And that is how he received the most ridiculous name in the world: Belle. Chattering happily, Nerissa proceeds to get ready for bed. Setting Shan on her dressing table, she dons a nightgown that is easily as frilly as the hideous dress she had been wearing just moments ago. She then binds her gold ringlets into tails on each side of her head before grabbing that same pale pink brush and pulling it through Shan’s multi-hued locks.
It is then that the girl’s mother comes in, saying, Time for bed Nerissa. With only a token protest, Nerissa climbs into bed, taking Shan with her. After tucking her into the large four-poster bed, her mother quickly picks up the various toys scattered across the floor before turning out the light and leaving. Unbeknownst to him, this is how Shan will be spending the next several nights.
The next few days continue on in a similar fashion, though rather than going shopping, the girl leaves for an activity she refers to as ‘school.’ On the fourth day, Nerissa determines that she is going to bring Shan to something called ‘Show and Tell’. This sets off a whole new host of horrors for Shan. He is unceremoniously dumped into a bag and jostled about in the most unsettling fashion before being left to languish for what must have been ages. The bag, unfortunately, is tightly closed, leaving him no avenue of escape. Finally, Nerissa opens the bag and retrieves him, only to present him to a large horde of boy and girl children much like herself.
As the children ooo and ahhh over their nifty toys, one girl asks Nerissa if she could see Shan. No! Nerissa exclaims in no uncertain terms.
Mrs. Silverstein, Nerissa won’t share! the girl whines as she moves to tug at the adult female’s sleeve.
But Belle is my pony, Nerissa pouts, large tears forming in her eyes. She’s brand new, and Claire will wreck her!
Now Nerissa, Mrs. Silverstein admonishes. You know that sharing is expected. You shouldn’t have brought Belle if you didn’t want to share.
With a sniff and a large (fake) tear, Nerissa reluctantly hands Shan over to Claire. For a moment at least. She quickly reaches out to take Shan back. This prompts a tug of war between the two girls, with the poor plastic colt in the middle. In the end, Mrs. Silverstein takes Shan away from both girls, inducing a fit of hysterics from Nerissa. With a no-nonsense attitude, the woman tucks him into a dark drawer, where he remains stuck for the remainder of the day.
Later that evening, after Shan has been returned to Nerissa and she has gone home, she is still pouting. In a fit of pique, she grabs a scissors and proceeds to chop off every last chunk of his hair. There, now Claire will never want you again, she says, her tone petulant.
Then, as though she just realized what she had done, she tosses him across the room with a gasp. He bounces several feet across wood and carpet before coming to rest on his side on that blasted pink and white carpet. With a wail, Nerissa dissolves into sobs. She goes to bed without him that night. Her mother leaves him where he had landed on the floor after Nerissa protests, He's been naughty. He needs to stay there and think about it.
The next day as she exits the room, she leaves the door standing wide open. Just before stepping out, she turns back to give Shan an inscrutable glance. Shan perks up, gaze latched onto the wide open door. Hope begins to rise in his chest once again. He smiles as he scrambles to his feet, fully prepared to make a mad dash. In a moment, that hope bursts like a popped balloon as a large, wet nose pushes its way into the room. A gigantic (relatively speaking), slobbering Pug enters the room, causing Shan to make a beeline for the bed. Unfortunately the squat little Pug is quicker. The dog snags him in its mouth before shaking its head viciously. When the Pug has finished shaking him, Shan is decidedly woozy. He isn’t sure he could stand, even if the dog put him down. Of course, he does not. Put him down, that is.
Instead the slobbering beast trots proudly out of the room, new toy clamped in his jaws. Once downstairs, he flops onto the floor before chewing vigorously and persistently on Shan. Groaning, Shan struggles weakly, but finds himself unable to escape. After what seems an eternity, the dog grabs the well chewed pony and scurries through the kitchen and out the dog door before digging a hole in the back yard. With a happy grunt, the dog buries him in the shallow grave. Darkness surrounds Shan as he is covered by dirt.
It takes the tri-colored colt many long hours to dig out of his doggy dug grave. When he finally breaks free, the sun is rising over the distant horizon, staining the sky in brilliant hues of pink and gold. Too bloody reminiscent of the demon child’s bedroom. Exhaustion overwhelming him, Shan collapses to his side. He lay there until the sun is high in the sky. Eventually, he finds the strength to climb to his feet. Turning away from the house, he begins the walk through the grass as quickly as he can. He doesn’t know where he is going, and he doesn’t care. As long as it is far, far away from here
He doesn’t hear the loud rumbling noise at first, as tired as he is. As the sound gets nearer however, he does notice it. Unfortunately, by then, it’s too late. Looking up, he sees that the loud, beastly thing is nearly upon him. He takes off at a full sprint, running as fast as his stubby legs can carry him. But not fast enough. The deafening machine is upon him, catching him up in sharp, wicked blades. He smacks loudly against the green stained roof before being spit unceremoniously out the side, much worse for the wear. One leg has been thoroughly mangled, two are missing large chunks, and the third, miraculously, seems to be intact. He realizes suddenly that he’s missing his nose. And though he doesn’t realize it yet, he is missing an ear as well as a large chunk of his left buttock. If he could have laughed, he would have. How he is still alive, he has no idea.
He can hear masculine cursing coming from behind him, though the sound is odd and slightly garbled, as though coming through a speaker. The angry voice is followed by a high pitched wailing. Nerissa. He’d recognize her anywhere.
She picks him up, still sobbing as she collects each piece that had been sliced off. A large man hovers over them, his face darkened by anger. Nerissa sobs harder. You wrecked her daddy. She was perfect and you wrecked her.
We’ll get a new one, he says, face softening at her distress. Just don’t leave it outside next time, OK? That immediately brightens Nerissa’s cherubic face. Promise? she asks.
Of course, says her father. With a satisfied, knowing smirk, Nerissa marches into the kitchen and tosses Shan into the garbage.
OOC: I apologize for the novel.
With his choices limited to jumping back into the box full of broken toys, or jumping to the floor and making a run for it, he chooses what any sane horse would. He jumps and runs. Or rather, he jumps, bounces, stumbles, then runs. Not realizing how light and bouncy plastic is, he takes the leap of faith and winds up tumbling head over heel for several feet before he finally manages to regain his equilibrium. Back on his rather clumsy feet, he dashes for the open door. Behind him, he can hear the girl’s angry protest. NO pony. Her voice reminds him of the beastly doll’s. Perhaps slightly less nasal, but no less high pitched or irritating. Not to mention particularly shrill.
He can taste freedom as he closes in on the door, hope rising in his chest. Only a few more feet and he would be out. He would be free (or so he would like to believe). But alas it is not to be. With only scant feet left, she pounds up behind him, chubby hand closing over his small body, squeezing him tightly. As soon as her hand falls upon him, he finds himself suddenly unable to move. His body is frozen in that last position, legs stretched out in a long stride (well, as long as a toy pony’s stride can be). He panics, attempting to thrash, kick, bite, anything really. His body simply will not obey his instructions. Instead he finds himself at the mercy of a spoiled girl-child, bent on having her way.
Bad pony, she says, plopping down onto the pink and white rug, satisfaction in her limpid blue gaze. She turns him this way and that, studying him from every angle. She pulls on his teal and purple striped mane and tail, separating the strands before curling them around her plump fingers. With Shan still clutched in her hand, she suddenly pops up, running over to her toy box so that she can dig through it with the other hand. She comes up with a small brush and a delighted grin on her lips. She proceeds to jerk the pale pink brush through his stringy hair, pulling out several strands as she does. It is then he realizes how fortunate it is that plastic is not nearly as sensitive as skin. Though he can feel the tugging and pulling of the brush, he cannot seem to feel the sharp pain of strands being removed from scalp. Thank the gods for small favors.
She proceeds to play with him for at least an hour, pulling out Barbies to ride him, hold him, and pet him. Then various other animals (a pig, a dog, a couple of tiny plastic cows, even a rather large chicken) and a dainty red barn to make a rather odd looking barnyard. He might not have known what a farm was before today, but he does know that chickens should not be larger than horses, and they most definitely should not be larger than barns. All the while she is making some sort of noise. Singing, or using oddly pitched voices to make conversation between the Barbies and animals. At one point she devolves into an argument with herself as she shakes Shan and a doll at one another alternately.
You are a naughty pony! You ran away. I saw you hanging out with Jessi!
No, I’m a good pony. You weren’t paying attention to me. I was lonely!
I petted you and petted you! You’re a filthy liar.
Well, you’re a tramp!
Shan is thoroughly confused by this conversation. It seems as though she is pretending he is having this conversation. But he would never say any of those things! He doesn’t even know what a tramp is! He will certainly have to find out if he ever gets out of this though.
At long last he thinks the torture might finally be over as a feminine voice echoes through the doorway. Nerissa, come on. We’re going to go shopping! Dropping Shan to the floor, Nerissa let’s out that same ear-shattering screech before scrambling to her feet. The door slams shut behind her as she leaves the room.
As soon as the door shuts, he finds himself suddenly able to move. With a huge sigh of relief, he clamors to his feet, careful to avoid touching any of the Barbie dolls surrounding him. He remembers too well his previous encounter with them. Darting to the door, he closely inspects the entire length of it. He kneels down, peering through the narrow crack left at the bottom of the door. To his dismay, he finds it much too narrow for him to fit through. Climbing back to his feet, he pushes and kicks against the solid door, to no avail. Finally giving up on the endeavor, he turns to investigate the rest of the room. He slides into every nook and cranny he can find, hoping against hope that he might find a way out. All for naught. The window is much too high for him to even have a hope of reaching. He’s pretty sure there are not enough Legos in the world to reach that high. Nevertheless he continues to search doggedly until he hears a door slam in the distance.
Stiffening, Shannisoran’s gaze darts to the closed door. A high pitched voice rings out from the corridor beyond and fear hits the plastic colt like a blow. Glancing around wildly, his dark gaze catches upon the lace covered gold and white bed. Darting for it, he slips under the edge of the bed just as the door opens. To his horror, he finds himself frozen once again. Nerissa chooses that moment to utter a questioning Pony?
Pony, where’d you go?
If Shan could move, he would be cowering under the farthest corner of the bed. Instead, he can only stand where he is, near the edge of the bed, fear quaking in his non-existent heart. Before long, Nerissa lifts the bed skirt to peer into the dark depths where Shan’s not so secret hiding place is. Her blue eyes lighting up, she reaches out to grab him as she exclaims There you are pony! How’d you get under the bed? Silly Belle.
And that is how he received the most ridiculous name in the world: Belle. Chattering happily, Nerissa proceeds to get ready for bed. Setting Shan on her dressing table, she dons a nightgown that is easily as frilly as the hideous dress she had been wearing just moments ago. She then binds her gold ringlets into tails on each side of her head before grabbing that same pale pink brush and pulling it through Shan’s multi-hued locks.
It is then that the girl’s mother comes in, saying, Time for bed Nerissa. With only a token protest, Nerissa climbs into bed, taking Shan with her. After tucking her into the large four-poster bed, her mother quickly picks up the various toys scattered across the floor before turning out the light and leaving. Unbeknownst to him, this is how Shan will be spending the next several nights.
The next few days continue on in a similar fashion, though rather than going shopping, the girl leaves for an activity she refers to as ‘school.’ On the fourth day, Nerissa determines that she is going to bring Shan to something called ‘Show and Tell’. This sets off a whole new host of horrors for Shan. He is unceremoniously dumped into a bag and jostled about in the most unsettling fashion before being left to languish for what must have been ages. The bag, unfortunately, is tightly closed, leaving him no avenue of escape. Finally, Nerissa opens the bag and retrieves him, only to present him to a large horde of boy and girl children much like herself.
As the children ooo and ahhh over their nifty toys, one girl asks Nerissa if she could see Shan. No! Nerissa exclaims in no uncertain terms.
Mrs. Silverstein, Nerissa won’t share! the girl whines as she moves to tug at the adult female’s sleeve.
But Belle is my pony, Nerissa pouts, large tears forming in her eyes. She’s brand new, and Claire will wreck her!
Now Nerissa, Mrs. Silverstein admonishes. You know that sharing is expected. You shouldn’t have brought Belle if you didn’t want to share.
With a sniff and a large (fake) tear, Nerissa reluctantly hands Shan over to Claire. For a moment at least. She quickly reaches out to take Shan back. This prompts a tug of war between the two girls, with the poor plastic colt in the middle. In the end, Mrs. Silverstein takes Shan away from both girls, inducing a fit of hysterics from Nerissa. With a no-nonsense attitude, the woman tucks him into a dark drawer, where he remains stuck for the remainder of the day.
Later that evening, after Shan has been returned to Nerissa and she has gone home, she is still pouting. In a fit of pique, she grabs a scissors and proceeds to chop off every last chunk of his hair. There, now Claire will never want you again, she says, her tone petulant.
Then, as though she just realized what she had done, she tosses him across the room with a gasp. He bounces several feet across wood and carpet before coming to rest on his side on that blasted pink and white carpet. With a wail, Nerissa dissolves into sobs. She goes to bed without him that night. Her mother leaves him where he had landed on the floor after Nerissa protests, He's been naughty. He needs to stay there and think about it.
The next day as she exits the room, she leaves the door standing wide open. Just before stepping out, she turns back to give Shan an inscrutable glance. Shan perks up, gaze latched onto the wide open door. Hope begins to rise in his chest once again. He smiles as he scrambles to his feet, fully prepared to make a mad dash. In a moment, that hope bursts like a popped balloon as a large, wet nose pushes its way into the room. A gigantic (relatively speaking), slobbering Pug enters the room, causing Shan to make a beeline for the bed. Unfortunately the squat little Pug is quicker. The dog snags him in its mouth before shaking its head viciously. When the Pug has finished shaking him, Shan is decidedly woozy. He isn’t sure he could stand, even if the dog put him down. Of course, he does not. Put him down, that is.
Instead the slobbering beast trots proudly out of the room, new toy clamped in his jaws. Once downstairs, he flops onto the floor before chewing vigorously and persistently on Shan. Groaning, Shan struggles weakly, but finds himself unable to escape. After what seems an eternity, the dog grabs the well chewed pony and scurries through the kitchen and out the dog door before digging a hole in the back yard. With a happy grunt, the dog buries him in the shallow grave. Darkness surrounds Shan as he is covered by dirt.
It takes the tri-colored colt many long hours to dig out of his doggy dug grave. When he finally breaks free, the sun is rising over the distant horizon, staining the sky in brilliant hues of pink and gold. Too bloody reminiscent of the demon child’s bedroom. Exhaustion overwhelming him, Shan collapses to his side. He lay there until the sun is high in the sky. Eventually, he finds the strength to climb to his feet. Turning away from the house, he begins the walk through the grass as quickly as he can. He doesn’t know where he is going, and he doesn’t care. As long as it is far, far away from here
He doesn’t hear the loud rumbling noise at first, as tired as he is. As the sound gets nearer however, he does notice it. Unfortunately, by then, it’s too late. Looking up, he sees that the loud, beastly thing is nearly upon him. He takes off at a full sprint, running as fast as his stubby legs can carry him. But not fast enough. The deafening machine is upon him, catching him up in sharp, wicked blades. He smacks loudly against the green stained roof before being spit unceremoniously out the side, much worse for the wear. One leg has been thoroughly mangled, two are missing large chunks, and the third, miraculously, seems to be intact. He realizes suddenly that he’s missing his nose. And though he doesn’t realize it yet, he is missing an ear as well as a large chunk of his left buttock. If he could have laughed, he would have. How he is still alive, he has no idea.
He can hear masculine cursing coming from behind him, though the sound is odd and slightly garbled, as though coming through a speaker. The angry voice is followed by a high pitched wailing. Nerissa. He’d recognize her anywhere.
She picks him up, still sobbing as she collects each piece that had been sliced off. A large man hovers over them, his face darkened by anger. Nerissa sobs harder. You wrecked her daddy. She was perfect and you wrecked her.
We’ll get a new one, he says, face softening at her distress. Just don’t leave it outside next time, OK? That immediately brightens Nerissa’s cherubic face. Promise? she asks.
Of course, says her father. With a satisfied, knowing smirk, Nerissa marches into the kitchen and tosses Shan into the garbage.
OOC: I apologize for the novel.