Character Corner: My childhood. Grrr. This is impossible.
Vincent: *leans arms on the kitchen table and wiggles pen in between his fingers. Sighs then repositions the pad of paper and jots a few lines*
My childhood memories… I grew up in Meridian. Our manor was surrounded by trees with long branches that reached the ground like vines and I would climb them like ropes.
James: *sets a plate of muffins on table and glances at his writings. Chuckles* Charlene recruited you to do the childhood memories blog?
Vincent: *rakes fingers through hair* Yeah. But how do I relate life in Meridian to the Cornerstone dimensions without having to explain everything? *looks at his scribbling* ‘Long branches that reach the ground like vines’. I can’t very well just say the credial. And this is the closest translation. They don’t have those here.
Cole: *cocks a chair to the side and sits, grabbing a muffin and reaching for the butter* Talk about all the times Mother got on to you for loosing your temper and blowing up the place. That would fill a room.
James: Why not tell about the holidays to the other planes Father took us on. Which one was your favorite?
Vincent: The time we visited Cornerstone Summit. But, I was legally an adult when he let me come with you guys. This is supposed to be about my childhood.
James: Well, our childhoods are short in comparison to our life spans. And you were still very young.
Cole: *laughs* The trip to Earth? *nods as he remembers* Of course. That would be your favorite. The pharaoh’s daughter.
Vincent: *smiles* Yeah, I didn’t think Father would ever allow me through the portal again. Didn’t think he’d ever let me set foot in public again.
James: Well, you shouldn’t have blown up that statue.
Vincent: That guy was way out of line.
James: That guy was her brother and he caught you two in the stables. You influenced that culture with that display. They thought you were a god. Father had every right to be angry.
Cole: *leans toward Vincent* So, tell me. Was she worth it?
Vincent: *smiles wider*
Cole: Admit it. She was your first.
Vincent: I haven’t admitted that to you in all this time. What makes you think I’ll admit it now? *grimaces at his slip in wording*
Cole: *laughs and spreads butter on his muffin* I knew it.
Vincent: *glowers over his paper* So, you don’t think I should tell about the time I built that sand sculpture without manipulating the elements?
James: These people do that all the time.
Vincent: But it took a lot of time and patience.
Cole: Ninety percent of the spectrum’s population has more patience than you do.
Vincent: *scowls and leans back into his chair* Then, I have nothing.
Charlene: *enters kitchen* How’s it going, Vince?
James: Vincent thinks his childhood was too uneventful for this task, Charlene.
Charlene: Oh? *looks over Vincent’s shoulder at the few jotted sentences* Oh. Well, what about all the times you got in trouble for blowing things up?
Cole: *chuckles and looks away*
Vincent: *leers at Cole then scribbles on the paper*
Things happened. I got mad. Sparks came out. I blew things up. Mother got angry. I got in trouble.
Vincent: *tears paper from pad and hands it Charlene* Okay. There you go. *looks out at blog readers* Blog post done.