EVERYBODY'S LOOKING FOR THAT SOMETHING

[rob]

Open to anyone but a person he knows would be ideal. Closed to the first replier. Set in the early afternoon. lyrics. 509E4B

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EVERYBODY'S LOOKING FOR THAT SOMETHING

ONE THING THAT MAKES IT ALL COMPLETE

Being away from home was nothing he couldn't handle. Since attending boarding school was a youth to joining the army throughout his young adulthood, Rob had always been away to the point that it felt odd to be in the presence of his family and civilian friends for longer than a few months. He was so used to corresponding through letters and phone calls, seeing them during his time off or whenever he could drive home if he was based in England doing training. He half-expected to be constantly seeing his family when he left the army, funny how things turned out. Since it was his niece's birthday not too long ago, Rob suggested that his young half-sister Jenny and her boyfriend Nick take a holiday to see him, bring his toddler niece Lizzie and go to Disneyland while they were here. Jenny was excited, she'd never been to the US before and was pleased that of all the places they were going, it was Los Angeles. Hollywood, the beautiful beaches, the elite stores. Rob was making jokes for the past couple of days that she was more excited to come and see Rodeo Drive then she was to come and see her big brother! When the trio arrived, he couldn't believe how much Elizabeth had grown since he last saw her. He saw pictures, she had been on webcam when Rob and Jenny were chatting online but he never noticed it until she was in his arms and giving him a big hug, because Lizzie loved her uncle "Wobbie" as she called him.

Rob was such a softie. He turned into a big gooey mess around kids, especially when they were really young. He definitely wanted kids some day, even if it was just one. He was absolutely besotted with this young madam. She was the only baby in his immediate family, so he spoilt her rotten whenever he saw her. He was her uncle and godfather, after all. During the course of the morning, Rob had convinced Jenny and Nick to go and explore, because he knew she wanted to. She wanted to see the Hollywood Sign and the Walk of Fame, she was itching to go out with her camera and he didn't mind, he knew that she wouldn't come here again unless it was to see him, so why not be a tourist? To make it easier, he suggested he look after Lizzie for the afternoon, to give the couple some space and so they didn't have to deal with a potentially cranky baby girl when out. Or maybe just because he wanted gobble that child all up, she was too cute with her big blue eyes and her wispy, curled blonde hair.

It was nice and warm out today, so the child was in a tee shirt and some shorts with little sandals and a hat that covered her neck too, she was coated in sun cream and was being carried down the street by Rob, the proud uncle. "Oh you're a big girl now, ain't ya?" he said, adjusting her as she sat against his ribcage with her legs around his upper torso, holding onto him around his neck. She'd always been a big baby because she had a huge father, but it was a lot more tiring to carry her around than he remembered! There were plenty of people in the park today, some with dogs and others with their kids. Some youths were just out with their friends, enjoying the weather and the fact that it was a Saturday and they had no school. There were young and old couples occupying benches or just spots on the grass. On the grass was Rob and little Liz. The sound of a child's squeal of joy and laughter, was one of the best sounds in the world. It was infectious, you couldn't help but crack a smile too. The seemingly miserable sod that was Rob had this near-unrecognisable permanent grin on his face. They were playing a game of Rob hiding behind his hands and she was daringly creeping towards him but then his hands would spring away and he'd come towards her and she's run around squealing in delight, giggling away when he caught her and tickled her.

He plonked himself down on the green grass and she stood behind him with her hands on his shoulders. "Wobbie, rumby tumby." she said, crawling around him and began to reach down to the floor then stand back up again, imitating the exercise scene in Winnie the Pooh and the Honey Tree. She knew the moves and the tune, she would sing the words as she knew them - which was in baby speak. "When I up, down, touch the ground, it puts me in the mood...up, down, touch the ground, in the mood... for food." Rather than singing it, he spoke it in the tune of song. She then lifted up her tee shirt, like Winnie did to reveal the rumble in his tummy. But after a few seconds, she exclaimed something, to the amusement of Rob. "Boobies!" the toddler said...except she wore a onesie so she wasn't flashing any 'boobies' but she had seriously tickled Rob, who was uncontrollably tittering to himself. He wriggled his fingers on her little potbelly and then he picked her up, gently fell down onto his back and lifted the kid into the air, resting her legs up on his bent legs. She let out a shrill squeal. "You're a daft little bugger. We'll have none of that when you're older." he said, though she couldn't understand him. When she actually had boobies, we certainly would be having none of that! "Are you like a birdie, what do birdie's say?" he asked and she began to make noises like "cheep cheep".

[ginny]

Today was my first day back in LA. I had gone with mom and dad to visit our relatives in Ukraine, and to get away from Daniel. I was lucky that Danny hadn't fought me on taking Tahnya out of the country. It was probably because no matter what he would be in touch with me, even if I did decide to run away to Ukraine. I wouldn't cut him off from his daughter, no matter my personal feelings about him.

In her stroller Tahnya was fidgeting, she wanted to get out and see but I didn't have the arms to carry her and push the carriage at the same time, so she would just have to be patient and wait. Not likely for a Nokavich but just maybe she got some sort of patience from Danny. Maybe. But it was more likely that she would take after me considering I am her primary caregiver. Tahnya started to whine. I sped up my walking, hurrying to get to the playground so I could take her out of her seat and let her play. Tahnya was never happy sitting around, she was a very active child.

I strolled past a slightly familiar figure and had to do a double take. I retraced my steps and few paces backwards and looked again. "Rob?" My brow was wrinkled in inrecognition. He looked like Rob, kind of, just scruffier. I hadn't seen Rob for maybe four months. One of my friends had dragged me to some charity function for God knows what, I dont remember. Rob and I had meet in passing. I was surprised I even remembered him. It was weird to see him now and recognize him, and with a little girl. He wasn't a father, or I hadn't thought so. Wasn't he single? Well, I guess that didn't mean anything, look at me. Divorced and with a baby.

STARRING : Ginny, Tahnya, Elizabeth, and Rob
WORDS : 351
STATUS : Fin.
NOTES : Ginny doesn't really 'know' anyone yet so Im just going to say they worked on a set together once? I hope that's okay.
LYRICS USED : USE SOMEBODY - KINGS OF LEON
LISTENING TO : California Gurls-Katy Perry
CREDIT : TANA

[rob]

Rob's hands were protectively holding the trunk of the two year old as she balanced on his torso. He was strong, but he could only hold her up in the air like he had been for so long! She had her hands on his chest, sitting on his stomach and Rob grunted because she bounced on his tummy and that didn't feel good after eating an ice cream and slurping the majority of a fizzy drink. "Don't bounce, Lizzie. You'll make Uncle Rob be sick. Bleugh." he said, sticking his tongue out in disgust and she copied him, a fake grimace on her face. She was so precious.

This kid loved to entertain. She loved to get a reaction out of you, whether it was good or bad. She was giving her parents hassle by being a little bit defiant, seeing how far she could push until it was over the limit. But she'd been no trouble at all with Rob, which he would gloat about when they met back up with her parents! Elizabeth rocked from side to side, making her feet lift off of and then touch the ground, depending on what side she rocked too while mumbling away to herself in the tune of “Row your boat”, songs were a big part of her days at nursery, they were trying to help her memory by singing the same songs. She had the tunes, she knew where the words went - she just couldn't pronounce the words.

All these sorts of things, the developments of a baby girl, were the reason that Rob had never sought to start a family. He wanted to, but when he was a solider, he watched countless husbands and fathers go away for months at a time while their kids grew up at home without them. He watched the sadness in their faces as the men said their goodbyes. And he had consoled the wives, the daughters and the sons of those who were killed in action. Rob's job was a very dangerous one back then and he'd never have been able to do it so well, had he have had to think of what he could be leaving behind back home.

But sometimes he felt that he made a mistake. That maybe he needed someone to be waiting at home for him. It was too late to start second guessing his decisions now, so he'd just focus on the family he did have. His name was mentioned, and as Elizabeth called him Wobbie, it wasn't her who said it. He sat up, holding Lizzie in his arms and he looked around. A woman with a stroller was looking at him, he smiled at her, because he remembered her. "Hi." he said, trying to remember her name. "Ginny, right? From that charity carnival thing?" he asked, and began to get to his knees, getting Lizzie to stand up so he could get up.

[ginny]

I smiled at Rob and nodded. "Yes. I believe Hanna introduced us." Hanna is my agent, a bit older than I and extremely gifted at discovering new talent. She thought Rob was great and wanted me to meet him. I'm not sure why, but knowing Hanna she always had a plan. She probably wanted me to work with him or something. But Hanna doesn't control that. Just wishful thinking on her part. The little girl, no older than three years of age. She was tiny and beautiful. Her blond hair curled to her chin and her blue eyes were vibrant and looking for adventure. She was adorable and looked so much like Robert. "Is this your daughter?" I asked him. It sounded very ungraceful but I'm just too impatient for my own good.

Tahnya started to fuss because I wasn't paying attention to her. Little dork cant stand being our of the spotlight or she cries. I rolled my eyes and unbuckled her from the stroller. "Come here, sweetie. No fussing." I requested. Even though I knew she can't speak yet she can still understand want I'm saying. She calmed down once she was in my arms. Immediately she started wiggling around, wanted to explore her new surroundings. I laughed as her little baby hands kept hitting my face as she turned back and forth to look all around. This child is so much like me I could barely handle it, but I love her so very much for it.

I looked back at Rob, curious because I had yet to recieve an anwser. The little girl he was holding seemed just as hyper was Tahyna. We had our hands full. It would be amazing if we even had a real conversation instead of just trying to keep our children come. I smirked at this fact. It was funny how having children in your life put your life on hold. But it is worth it, more than anything I love being a mother. Tahnya means the world to me, even if she came at the less oppurtune time and was so unexpected. She became my world after I left Daniel, and became that sort of singular connection so that I could still love him even though I didn't want to.

STARRING : Ginny, Tahnya, Elizabeth, and Rob
WORDS : 393
STATUS : Done
NOTES :
LYRICS USED : USE SOMEBODY - KINGS OF LEON
LISTENING TO : Your Love is My Drug - Ke$ha
CREDIT : TANA

[rob]

Robert nodded his head, faintly remembering her agent by the name of Hanna. "Yeah, that's right. How've you been?" he asked, because even though he didn't know her personally, it was a decent way to start a conversation between two people you might as well call strangers. He glanced at his niece when Ginny asked if this was his offspring and he smiled. "Daughter?" he repeated, a chuckle soon following. "No, no, no." Rob added, as he shook his hand. "No, this is my niece. My favourite niece." he said, saying it to the child even though she didn't know what he meant. "My only one actually..." said Rob with a pleasant smile, snorting at himself. "My younger sister's baby, Lizzie." he added and stood Lizzie up on her feet.

The blonde haired blue eyed child gave a smile, showing gappy little teeth inside a somewhat drool-ridden mouth. "Hiyaa." Lizzie cooed, beginning to chew on her finger. Her mother suspected that she was teething again as she had been red in the cheeks, dribbling excessively and chewing on anything she could over the past few days. Ginny herself was with a stroller, so he could only assume it was her daughter she was removing from it. Then again, it could just be her niece too but he suspected otherwise.

He smiled, watching the presumed mother and daughter interaction. He could never understand how a mother couldn't love her child, surely that bond was the greatest of all. To be honest, even his step-mother was special to him. Perhaps even more so, dare he say it, he liked her more than his actual mother. His step-mother was in his life more ever since he was younger. She was his mother-figure, she was the one waving him off to school, off to basic training, the one crying at his passing out parade, the one tearfully saying goodbye when he was sent overseas and the one tearfully greeting him when he was home safe.

He loved mothers, the older you got the more you really learned to appreciate their role in your life. You grew up wishing you'd be less of a pain in the arse but happy that they still loved you regardless. "What about you, is this your little one?" Robert asked Ginny, playfully coiling one of Lizzie's curls around his finger and tickling the back of her neck, she hunched her shoulders and giggled, turning on the spot to push his hands away. Oh, Uncle Rob. Stop teasing the tot!