http://imputing.livejournal.com/ ([identity profile] imputing.livejournal.com) wrote in [community profile] tampered2008-02-19 10:15 am

LOG; Ongoing

When; Friday afternoon
Rating; PG for now~
Characters; Johan [livejournal.com profile] imputing and tutored kids~
Summary; Do you what the story means?
Log;

There were chairs arranged around a square coffee table. The children were seated on some of them, but there were several left empty. A teapot was on the table with many cups, empty or otherwise, around it. There was a plate of cookies but it was already empty by now. Johan sat on one of the chairs with an old picture book in his hands. He opened it and began to read calmly:

"'A deal. Let's make a deal.' Said the devil.

"'No, absolutely not.' Said the man with big eyes. 'Sure, let's make a deal.' Said the man with the big mouth.

"The man with the big mouth's yard suddenly grew into a beautiful flower garden before his eyes. The man with big eyes was so, so poor, and so so hungry.

"The man with the big mouth had fun everyday. He ate the fruit that his garden grew. And the man with the big mouth never noticed, that his flowers were withering away. Once he did notice, it was too late.

"'I shouldn't have made a deal with the devil.' In his garden that would never bloom another flower again, the man with the big mouth opened it wide and wailed over and over.

"The man with big eyes was so hungry he was about to die. As big tears fell out of his big eyes, he wailed: 'I should have made a deal with the devil.'

"'A deal. Let's make a deal.' Said the devil."

Johan closed the book and gazed around the room with his ever present smile. "Do you understand what it means?"


[ooc: for pretty pictures: read here. Please only reply to the main post, not to others' comments, unless OOC-ly~ Anyone can reply in any order, but remember not to ignore the person who posted before you. That way, I think everything will be nice and shiny ♥]

[identity profile] teeeeenth.livejournal.com 2008-02-19 12:04 pm (UTC)(link)
Gokudera sat in one of the provided seats, nursing a cup of warm tea between his palms, fingers laced together. He hadn't been there long, but he was already craving a cigarette.

Was that really a children's book? It was pretty creepy all around, and the message it spoke to him wasn't sparkly and full of rainbows and happiness.

He glanced around minutely to check if anyone else would speak before him, and then murmured, "Somethin' like 'false happiness is short-lived, but better than none'..?"

The silver-haired teen never had been very good at pulling meaning from text.