Title: clumsy
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:: Saturday, January 15, 2011 ::
:: Friday, January 14, 2011 ::
Title: All for you
Again, that sickly sweet voice called out from behind the door. She's smiling a beautiful smile. I can tell, even if I can't see her. But, she's not calling for me. She knocks gently on the door, asking to be let in. And then she crossed the line.
"What are you hiding, Irial? You shouldn't hide things from your mother!"She giggles a bit at the end, sweet and innocent. However. It's all fake.
"You're not my mother. You'll never be."Came the reply on our side. Almost instantly, the knocking stops. All is quite. Except for the slight sound of grinding teeth. She's angry. Almost instantly, he reacted to the change in tension. Pointing over to the cupboard, he bade me climb in and hide. I obeyed. What else could I do? I was no match for her. And then hell began.
"How dare you! You're nothing but a brat! Why do I have to stoop down to the level of your whore of a mother and be nice to you! God knows I've tried to be nice, but no! After everything I've done for you! Don't you recognise that I'm doing this all for you?!"She's pounding pretty hard on the door. Between each pound, when the door opens slightly, exposing her ugly face. Anger and hate tears through her face, as she spits insults to him and occasionally, his mother. It pains me to see him wince every time she mentions his mother.
Footsteps. Then a loud bang and the door is wide open, with a large man outside, one foot still in mid-air. Where did Irial go? Ah, there he is. Knocked back into the room. Out of my sight. The man turns to comfort the sobbing woman, now seemingly tamed by the mere presence of her lover. He seems angry. But, then again, he always is.
"Irial. Why don't you realise that Megan is trying her best. I know it's hard for you to accept, but she is your new mother. You need a mother, Irial."He tries to sound caring, but his voice still has that sense of falseness. No response on our side. With one hand on the door, the man shouts out his punishment.
"You unruly child! Until you've decided to accept this arrangement, you will not be leaving this room! Why can't you just grow up and see that this is all for you?!"Again with that line. The door slams shut and I hear the key turn in the lock. We'll be here a while. As their footsteps faded away and I began to relax, I felt a pain in my chest. It had begun since that woman's outburst, and grew with every second to become excruciating. I began to panic. The pain was becoming unbearable. The cupboard door opened. He looked down at me, semi-amused.
"You can stop holding your breath, Lillian."He smiled as if nothing had happened. Like it was any other normal day. I relaxed and took a breath. The pain subsided. There's sadness in his eyes. From the cold words of his father or the reminder of his mother's death, I would not know.
"Why do you protect me?"The question just escaped my lips, before I could reel it in and keep it in check. He looked taken aback for a moment, then thoughtful. He smiled again.
"Why do you stay with me?"A question met with a question. I smiled then. Simultaneously, we whispered:
"All for you."
:: Sunday, August 8, 2010 ::
Title: buncha made-up words.
averros miabochka - Hello
averros miadorche - Good day
averros miavakri - Good bye
averros miapavros - Good evening
averros mianaivine - Good night
averros miamorchi - Good morning
dorche - day
naivine - night
morchi - morning
pavros - evening
vakrie - bye
evaros - every
likra- star
lua - moon
shori - song
shora - sing
Ei - I
fey - for
Ri - you
Hovra - hope
Havra - hoping
Reichta - Return
Te - my
kan - can
teiora - hear
eicht - it
Averros miabochka, Likrapavros. - Hello, evening star.
Evaros naivine, luashori Ei shora fey Ri. - Every night, I sing the moonsong for you.
Havra reichta Ri. - Hoping you return.
Te shori, kan Ri teiora eicht? - My song, can you hear it?
Ei shora fey Ri, te Likrapavros. - I sing it for you, my evening star.
:: Sunday, July 11, 2010 ::
Title: Iliana planning
Iliana
Beginning
BG info: hates the king. her village was destroyed by him. she was one of the few survivors because she was away at the time. schooling in another country. ironically, his country. is scorned by the survivors because she wasn't there when it happened. she is caught between a rock and a hard place. she just wants to rebuild her village but the villagers are angry and won't be pacified until the king is dead. so she sets of to do as the village wills. she goes to kill the king. with no professional training, she attempts to take the life of the king.
notes: So the bg is introduced by flashbacks from the main character who is briefly and subtly introduced.
1st climax
Story: When she goes to kill the king, she comes close, but is found just in time by the king's poisoner. Then, she is tried in private with only the king and his assassin. She is either to be convicted of attempting the life of the king regardless of reason and be sentenced to death, or, to her surprise, accept the task offered to her as a second chance. That is to learn to be a trained assassin, sworn to risk life and limb to serve the king as a disposable tool. Seeing this as a chance for her to live on so that she can find another chance to kill him, she accepts the job. and is trained under the king's assassin.
notes: the king and his assassin is introduced in the character. but more focus is placed on the interactions between the assassin and iliana. in this part, illiana's life and death plight is the foremost attraction, with some story reinforced when iliana displays her anger towards the king. the character of the king at this point has to take a backseat because the assassin is the lead man. *wink*
1st anticlimax
Story: So her life as an apprentice assassin begins. She gets use to life at the castle, meets new friends and adversaries while learning the art of killing.
notes: Her relationship with him builds up a little during this period. Here, there is brief description of her new life at the castle. A short "a day in the life of". She meets minor characters here. friends and foe recognition period comes into play. She learns more about the characters. so more insight on the two main leads while introducing new minor characters. also a bit of general knowledge for the "lessons" part. T_T (which means studying on my part)
Body (1)
Story: A new element is introduced to the story when another country's assassin attempts the life of the king's assassin. he turns out to be an old friend to the assassin. After entertaining his 'guest' who says a few "strange" things, the guest leaves. The king's assassin is visibly disturbed and discloses a bit of info to iliana. At this point, he becomes suddenly self-conscious of sharing info with her and distances himself from her.
Then a few minor events of harmful pranks directed towards iliana happens, prior to the king and the assassin deciding the put iliana through a test of trust and loyalty. (theres always one).
notes: events leading up to the next climax (which is the test). Story-related event, the other assassin popping up to give out info and move the story along. appearance of foreign, mysterious object plus sudden rise in harmful though minor events leading into a climax.
2nd climax
story: The test is carried out. By now, Iliana no longer bears much ill will towards the king, but still believes in waiting for her chance to kill him. so she plays along. she is halfway through the test, when she is attacked and almost killed. but she is saved by the assassin. the perpetrator leaves unharmed while iliana passes the test and helps her injured savior back to the castle.
notes: the king comes into play. his character is brought to the foreground for the most of this part while his assassin moves to the bg at first. the conflict is simple yet important as it reveals a glimpse of the assassin's relationship with iliana and the importance of her life. it is passed easily.
2nd anticlimax
story: Iliana and assassin talk to each other more and open up to each other. he tells her more about himself and the king. she begins to understand the situation better as the info start to click together. her training resumes and soon she is a full fledged assassin.
notes: more foreign objects begin to implode into the story. and everything starts to take a backseat. mostly speech and minor interactions to help move the story along.
Body (2)
story: Foreigners show up requesting the king hand over iliana. the king refuses and that sparks a war declaration. iliana asks why. her past is revealed to her. that she had been placed in that village to be hidden and protected. but the king says no more. She is left wondering why then had he destroyed the village. they are preparing for war while more mishaps happen to iliana.
notes: assume that all evidence point to the king being the culprit that destroyed the village.
3rd (final) climax
story: assassin against assassin, the king is killed and the whole story is thrown into disarray. it is revealed that the enemy is the one who destroyed the village to look for iliana. Iliana then kills the enemy. the assassin tells her the truth about that day and confesses to her. (I know. these men have the most impeccable timing)
notes: action plus story overload.
3rd anticlimax
story: as everything settles down, the true king appears and asks iliana to be his wife. that everything that had been done until now was to protect her. the assassin and the king had switched places when iliana came to kill the king. she was confused at first and angry. but after sorting it out, she agrees and becomes his wife and assassin.
notes: O_O bet you saw that coming! haha.
bg: Iliana was to be the king's wife. settled at birth by a fortune teller who foretold that the greatest assassin in history would be his wife. also, it was foretold that through her, the enemy country would be subdued and peace will reign in both countries. knowing that the enemy country, who loved bloodshed, would not like this, they hid the girl. at first, the king hated this girl because they went to great pains to hide the girl. but later he falls for her anyway. >_<
Conclusion
story: her village is rebuilt and they live happily ever after. the end.
notes: haha. iive got nothing to add..... hmm...... reminder to self. end it properly!!!!!
Title: how to write a story
What a story needs.
A beginning.
Introducing characters, background info, yada yada.
A climax
The first problem arises, but is quickly overcome.
An anticlimax
After the problem is resolved, what is the consequence. (immediate or not)
A Body (1)
Some story to describe how this first problem/event led to the another problem/event or just a lull in the story.
A climax
Another problem arises, less difficult then the first. and is quickly resolved.
An anticlimax
From here the story drops into a lull before picking up speed.
A body (2)
Story picks up speed, building up to the major climax.
A climax
The major climax in the story. like final confrontation. Lessons are learnt, most of the bg info and storyline is revealed by now.
An anticlimax
Consequences of the final confrontation. leading to the finish. might be a series of events. or a rounded end.
A conclusion
The end of the story. Rounding it off. All remaining info should have already been revealed by or is revealed at this point. Lessons might be reiterated. An end.
:: Wednesday, July 7, 2010 ::
Title: Ilana
"Trying to run, wrench?" The large woman cornered Ilana, extending short stubby fingers to grab at the girl before her. Ilana, aware of the pain and punishment that awaited her if she was caught, she still attempted to run past the slab of meat closing in on her. Unfortunately, the woman grabbed Ilana by the shoulders before she could decide what to do. The soldiers tied her hands behind her back and blindfolded her. With much poking and prodding, she was led in darkness to an unknown place. She turned corners, went up and down stairways, and from the sound of it, walked through a number of doors. (I'll continue this later. my com is running out of batt!!! and lecturer is starting lesson proper now....)
:: Sunday, May 2, 2010 ::
Title: Little piece of insanity
hahahahahaha.
She wants her to see a doctor because she is crying!
hahahahahahahahaha.
and now she's saying she needs to see a doctor because of her.
hahahaha....
I should stop laughing.
It should not be funny.
But. it is.
hahahaha.
Its so funny.
This life.
No. this isnt my life. its theirs.
Im just watching it. like a spectator. watching a movie. wondering why these characters are so stupid.
hahahahaha.
They are.
hahahaha.
Hilarious.
Too funny for words. Really.
hahahaha.
If you saw the things I saw. Heard the things I hear.
Would you be appalled?
Shocked?
Amused?
Afraid?
hahahahahahaha. the possibilities are so endless!
I'd love to see everybody's priceless expressions!
hahahahahahahaha.
So funny.
Its funny!
Dammit.
So why......?
Why aren't I laughing?
.....
:: Friday, April 2, 2010 ::
Title: Pain in Moderation
And the shots can be heard making their rounds,
Echoing in my head with L square (larger than life) sounds,
How can I stop her from feeling this way,
God, tell me what can I say?
How can I stop her from feeling so blue,
God, tell me what can I do?
I wish that I knew how to deal with the pain that you feel,
Because God knows, I feel it too.
And to take it away and to make you okay,
Because God knows, I can't stand it either.
Pain should be taken
in moderation
What do I have to do?
Advice should be taken
like all medication
What do I say to get through?
Get through to you.
{An original song}
-Pain in Moderation by Alyce Solomon-
Title: with me
And you're the reason,
why I want to wake up in the morn,
brush my teeth and get some clothes on.
you're the reason,
I go out today,
Even if its just your place,
a few blocks away.
Cos Baby I want to see your smile.
Brighter than the sunlight,
alluring like the moonlight.
Cos Baby I love to hear you laugh.
Sit up with me,
Counting sheep.
Spending eternity.
with me.
another unfinished piece. haha. unfinished work piling up.
-With me by Alyce Solomon-
:: Wednesday, March 31, 2010 ::
Title: Running away
I'm living a blind lie.
Don't, don't say anything.
Don't, don't, I'll run away.
I'm giving a last try.
Don't, don't, don't push me down.
Don't don't, I'll hit the ground.
Running.
I'm running, I'm running away.
So stay, so stay, away.
It's not your attention I crave.
I'm running, I'm running,
away.
-incompleted song-
don't steal or i'll butcher you.
nah. i kid you.
but if you want to, please quote. and credit.
-Running Away by Alyce Solomon-
:: Wednesday, March 17, 2010 ::
Title: Forced to fall
Red paints away
And the cats come out to play
Witty kitty keep those claws
for another bloody day.
White floods the room
And dawn makes its debut
Little witty kitty cat
do you have to go soon
walking on a beam
right on the extreme
nothing is as it seems
And for the first time in your 9 long lives
You're forced to fall
down into abysmal darkness below
And you see all the lies
You're forced to fall
the tears don't stop crawling
down
And all that you know is
all you can remember is
all you can say is
I was forced to fall.
:: Thursday, March 4, 2010 ::
Title: Long and Short
Today is the day I noticed
that an hour is too long.
Too long a time to say "I love you"
after you've been gone.
Too long a wait at dinner dates
to wait for you to show.
Too long for you to tell me
that you think our love's gone cold.
Tonight is the night I noticed
that a second is too short.
Too short a time to kiss you
or come up with a retort.
Too short a wait for that parfait
while waiting for you there.
Too short for me to say to you
"Just go, I do not care."
-Written by me
:: Wednesday, February 24, 2010 ::
Title: new vocab words and words i can use
ultimatums
viragos
vitrolic
tersely
reprovingly
goaded
grueling
buxom
inquity
jarring
vitality
endeavour
maladies
repast
mellow
pertinent
(thats it for now)
Title: long poem thingy for you
Yesterday was great,
yesterday was fine.
In a good mood I was,
because you were mine.
I knew it
completely,
insanely,
true.
So,
in return,
my heart
is with you.
I may be cold
and shun you out.
So don't let me leave
with any a doubt.
Yesterday was fair
-ly well,
more than
well done.
So keep up the growth,
relax, have fun.
Chatting on the bench today,
was really really fun.
Telling you things, I no longer cared for.
Thinking of you, as something I do.
I'm not good with words,
mon ange,
please forgive.
But I want you to know,
this love,
will live.
In you,
and in me,
and in God on high.
So baby,
I love you,
baby,
don't cry.
When you do,
if you do,
I want you
to know.
I'm right here
for you,
if you've nowhere
to go.
These words that trip and tumble and fall,
contains my thoughts, some, if not all.
You love me,
I know,
as surely as the sun will rise.
Now, I think, I need you to feel alive.
Thank you for being so nice to me.
Thank you for always trying to see
past my mistakes and insensitivity,
always seeing and loving,
me for me.
Thank you, Joasseph.
and...
I love you.
:: Sunday, February 14, 2010 ::
Title: turn
Prima materia = Prime matter
Matter= The substance of an object, living or non-living that has a mass and a volume.
Examples of a living matter is tissue.
Examples of non-living matter is Biorobotics.
Chaos begets creation begets order.
:: Saturday, February 13, 2010 ::
Title: Chapter 1: Akatsuki
Summary: Akatsuki
01 stumbles upon the Amehana Clan hideout by accident and falls into a series of traps planned out by 05 while being chased by 06. 05 & 06 are in charge of the security in the place where 05 is responsible for the trap's designs and 06 is in charge of hunting down and taking captive any useful intruders. If not, she has permission to do whatever she wnats with them. Including kill them. Will 01 make it our alive? Or will he be stuck in that dangerous place forever?
End summary: Akatsuki
06 finally catches up to 01 and is about to deliver a final blow when 07 shows up and stops her. 07 accepts 01 as an errand boy and 05 & 06 go off to do their own things; 05 to re-plan traps, and 06 to..... disappear.....
And thus starts 01's life as the lowest ranking member of Japan's most powerful (alomst) all-female ninja syndicate.
Title: Main plot
The story will centre around a boy who accidentally stumbles upon this clan of kunoichi. He is then forced to become part of the clan in order to keep it a secret and so starts his life as a member of Japan's Underground's most powerful ninja syndicate clan, Amehana. The young clan head has a mission to make life more interesting for her and her clan. In short, to make life more fun for everyone! At first, Introductions will be made. Fun and silly errands will be sabotaged. And love might even randomly appear. But this is no shoujo-only story. As the boy settles down, darker forces rage around them like a surging storm, waiting to come down on them! The members of the amehana clan will have to fight for their survival and for their pride as a ninja.
:: Thursday, February 11, 2010 ::
Title: Character Sheet: Hanabi Sakura
General Info:
Name: Hanabi Sakura
Age: 16
Gender: Female
Power Source: Embarassment/Determination
Main Ability: Strength
Sub Ability: -none-
Position: Cook
Position Task: In the clan, she holds the most responsibility as the Captain's cook. As the captain is a fussy eater, only eating the best, If Sakura doesn't cook, the Captain won't eat.
Background:
Sakura is the daughter of an old friend of the clan head's "Father" who runs a sushi shop after retiring a few years back after getting married to Sakura's mother. Sakura grew up with the clan head and is one of her most trusted friends. Sakura doesn't help in the combat sector of the clan, but helps in the other sectors. She and Haru are good friends, and are in charge of taking care of the clan. She may not fight willingly but this girl is the strongest in terms of raw strength in the entire clan, with strength that surpasses even the Captain. Now, she works as a full time cook to the clan and best friend to the Captain. She tends to cling close to the Captain or the Vice-Captain when there is a battle and is extremely shy towards outsiders.
Personal Info:
Nicknames: Flower/Gentle Flower
Marks: Tattoo of "02" above navel
Scars: -none-
Eye Colour: Brown
Hair Colour: Brown
Hair style: Short and Neat
Skin colour: Pale Creme
Height: 160cm
Strength(s): Dilligence
Weakness('): Innocence/Naive/Shy
Favorite:
Drink: Ocha
Food: Sushi
Colour: Pink
Place: Kitchen
Animal: Hedgehog
Activity: Cooking
Sport: Volley Ball
Hate:
Drink: Cola
Food: Oily Foods
Colour: blue
Place: Battlefield
Animal: Insects
Activity: Fighting
Sport: Running
Peronal Questions:
Do you wear contacts/glasses?
Uhm.... Sometimes I wear reading glasses when I umm.... read.... and umm..... I wear goggles when I cook..... to avoid.... umm.... ya..... sorry....
Any pets?
Umm.... Doryan.... Is my umm.... pet.... umm.... hedgehog..... that I umm..... saved when I was.... younger.... umm.... ya.....
Who would you like to see right now?
/// umm.... no one....
Have you ever fired a gun?
N-no! umm.... ya- I mean NO! ... sorry....
Right-handed or Left-handed?
Right.... umm..... umm..... ya..... right.....
Do you have a tattoo?
Umm.... Yes..... Umm..... Here..... *points to exposed tattoo* ///
Are you hiding something from someone?
N-no! I am not! Really! umm.... ya...... so..... umm............ y-ya.....
WHAT DO YOU HAVE HANDY AT YOUR BEDSIDE?
//// That is..... umm.... a..... umm.... a...... a...... I CAN'T TELL YOU!!! *runs*
3 THINGS YOU CAN'T LIVE WITHOUT?
Food? ..... Maybe..... I think so...... ya...... umm...... ya...... food......
WHAT ARE YOU AFRAID OF?
///...///
WHAT DID YOU WANNA BE WHEN YOU WERE A KID?
I wanted to become Chiaki's right-hand man.... umm..... I mean girl..... umm.... I mean..... umm...... ya....///
WHAT DO YOU THINK ABOUT BEFORE YOU GO TO BED?
Food.......////
Title: Character Sheet: Yamano Haru
General Info:
Name: Yamano Haru
Age: 18
Gender: Female
Power Source: Respect/Fear
Main Ability: Controlling Animals
Sub Ability: Instilling respect or fear into any living thing
Position: Caretaker/Scout
Position Task: As a Scout, she looks for potential clan candidates and as a Caretaker, she takes care of younger, newer clan members.
Background:
Born and raised in the wild, Haru returns the Japan and is scouted by a young clan head. Her past is mysterious yet simple and remains a secret between the young head and Haru. She now lives in her own private apartment within the clan territory and has her own mini "zoo". There is constantly "attacks" happening on her life, but with the protection of the clan, and her own skills, she does not have to worry.
Personal Info:
Nicknames: Wild Spring
Marks: tattoo "03" on her back/Green Tiger-like Stripes on body
Scars: 4-point star-shaped scar on right hand
Eye Colour: Dark Green
Hair Colour: Red
Hair style: Short and Wild
Skin colour: Tan
Height: 180cm
Strength(s): Almost Fearless
Weakness('): Her Loved Ones
Favorite:
Drink: Water/Milk
Food: Bread/Natural Foods
Colour: Brown/Green
Place: Private "Zoo"
Animal: All
Activity: Playing with animals and children
Sport: Running
Hate:
Drink: Anything with man-made substances in it
Food: Anything with man-made substances in it
Colour: Silver
Place: City Areas
Animal: -none-
Activity: Fighting Without Cause
Sport: -none-
Peronal Questions:
Do you wear contacts/glasses?
No. I don't need either.
Any pets?
Koan is my wolf that grew up with me. I have many other friends though. Want to see?
Who would you like to see right now?
Everyone if possible...
Have you ever fired a gun?
...no.
Right-handed or Left-handed?
Right-handed.
Do you have a tattoo?
Yes. A "03" on my back. It was painful.....
Are you hiding something from someone?
I hide my past from everyone except the Captain and Vice-Captain.
WHAT DO YOU HAVE HANDY AT YOUR BEDSIDE?
A whip. I don't need anything else.
3 THINGS YOU CAN'T LIVE WITHOUT?
Animals. And animals belong in Nature. And..... I need..... a Heart?
WHAT ARE YOU AFRAID OF?
.....Weapons.....
WHAT DID YOU WANNA BE WHEN YOU WERE A KID?
Adopted.
WHAT DO YOU THINK ABOUT BEFORE YOU GO TO BED?
Food.....
:: Wednesday, February 10, 2010 ::
Title: Character Sheet: Megami Kaoru
General Info:
Name: Megami Kaoru
Age: 19
Gender: Female
Power Source: Fire/Anger/Love/Passion
Main Ability: Wielding Fire
Sub Ability: Putting out fire/Absorbing heat and light
Position: Technician/Engineer
Position Task: Create Weapons and Fix Machinary while Developing New Products for the Clan.
Background:
Kaoru is a carefree girl. Being the youngest daughter in a 12 children family, she spends most of her days doing nothing but fiddle around with machinary. One day, a girl stumbles upon Kaoru when she was in the midst of creating a new weapon. The girl recognised Kaoru's talent and gave her professional training. Later, Kaoru revealed to the girl that she has hidden powers that her family doesn't know about. The two become best friends and the girl asks Kaoru to join her clan. Kaoru accepts, thinking her family wouldn't care anyway. However, it turns out that their families are enemies. Making the choice herself, Kaoru severed all ties with her family who, when they found out about her gifts, only wanted to make use of her as a living tool and joined the girl's clan against their wishes. Since, Kaoru has been living in her own paradise, amongst the things she loves best. Kaoru's family still tries to recon with her, but to no avail. Kaoru's stubborn personality keeps her where she is: her paradise.
Personal Info:
Nicknames: Hothead Kaoru, Flamethrower
Marks: Tattoo of "04" on left side of face
Scars: -none-
Eye Colour: Blood Orange
Hair Colour: Orange
Hair style: Long and spiky in High Ponytail
Skin colour: Peachy Creme
Height: 180cm
Strength(s): Carefree
Weakness('): In her own world
Favorite:
Drink: Apple juice
Food: Apples
Colour: Orange
Place: Workshop
Animal: Squirrel
Activity: Creating
Sport: Basketball
Hate:
Drink: Anything non-fruit or veggie based
Food: Anything non-healthy
Colour: Brown
Place: Outdoors
Animal: Walrus
Activity: Reading
Sport: Water Sports
Peronal Questions:
Do you wear contacts/glasses?
None~ But I wear goggles when I'm creating a masterpiece!
Any pets?
I have a pet squirrel, his name is Coronet. He helps out a lot!
Who would you like to see right now?
..... Sometimes...... I miss my family.....
Have you ever fired a gun?
YES! And a missile-launcher, rocket-launcher, sniper-rifle, flamethrower....etc...
Right-handed or Left-handed?
Left hander!
Do you have a tattoo?
Yeah! See?! It's great!
Are you hiding something from someone?
No..... I...... Don't tell Chiaki-chan about the SECRET PROJECT in the basement!!!
WHAT DO YOU HAVE HANDY AT YOUR BEDSIDE?
Notepad. For recording my GREAT IDEAS!
3 THINGS YOU CAN'T LIVE WITHOUT?
Machinary, Technology, Blueprints. *nod*
WHAT ARE YOU AFRAID OF?
Nothing scares me! Mwahahahahahahahaha!
WHAT DID YOU WANNA BE WHEN YOU WERE A KID?
An engineer! I wanted to create and create and CREATE!
WHAT DO YOU THINK ABOUT BEFORE YOU GO TO BED?
New Ideas! But.... I'm always thinking about those..... hahahaha!
Title: Character Sheet: Sanosuke Fumi
General Info:
Name: Sanosuke Fumi
Age: 17
Gender: Female
Power Source: Data/Will
Main Ability: Creating Illusions
Sub Ability: Creating Real Illusions
Position: Tactician
Position Task: Comes up with strategies and plans for various situations together with the Captain. However, holds no power over decision-making.
Background:
The only child of a small, weak family, Fumi was brought up to be a perfectionist. She was once given the task of assasinating the new leader of the most powerful clan so that her family could become its new head. The details of the battle remains a mystery, but, Fumi had a change of heart and now serves under the new leader. She respects the leader a lot but still plays jokes on her by play-killing her. Finally able to use the natural powers given to her at birth that her parents had found "useless", She is now the tactician serving under the great family, and recently, the head of her own clan, since her parents were put into prison for attempted murder. and Fumi was appointed her clan's new head to atone for her sin.
Personal Info:
Nicknames: Data Fumi
Marks: upside down, blue triangle below left eye/tattoo "05" on left eye
Scars: Whip marks on body from harsh training
Eye Colour: Lilac
Hair Colour: Dark Purple
Hair style: Short and Spunky
Skin colour: Tan
Height: 158cm
Strength(s): Superb Memory
Weakness('): Heights
Favorite:
Drink: Chicken Soup
Food: Fish
Colour: Blue
Place: Library
Animal: Owl
Activity: Reading
Sport: Tennis
Hate:
Drink: Alcoholic Drinks
Food: Fried Food
Colour: Black
Place: Mountain
Animal: Dogs
Activity: Leaving a book half-read
Sport: Running
Peronal Questions:
Do you wear contacts/glasses?
I wear....false glasses....
Any pets?
I have an owl... His name is Oxford... I also have a sloth... Her name is Oleia...
Who would you like to see right now?
I don't have anyone I want to see that I am not already stalki- I mean, monitoring...
Have you ever fired a gun?
I don't need to.... But.... Does an Illusion-gun count...?
Right-handed or Left-handed?
Right...Hander....
Do you have a tattoo?
Yes.... By orders from above.... I have a tattoo on my left eyelid...
Are you hiding something from someone?
...
WHAT DO YOU HAVE HANDY AT YOUR BEDSIDE?
My computer.... and.... a book....
3 THINGS YOU CAN'T LIVE WITHOUT?
5% air.... 15% food and water.... 80% data....
WHAT ARE YOU AFRAID OF?
...Heights....
WHAT DID YOU WANNA BE WHEN YOU WERE A KID?
I wanted to rule Japan's underground.... and make my parent's....proud.....
WHAT DO YOU THINK ABOUT BEFORE YOU GO TO BED?
...zzz...
Title: Character Sheet: Akatsuki Sagara
General Info:
Name: Akatsuki Sagara
Age: 19
Gender: Female
Power Source: Hell/Annoyance/Anger/Hatred
Main Ability: Unleashing Hell Beasts
Sub Ability: Weilding Hell Fire
Position: Vice-Captain
Position Task: Carry out the Captain's orders. In charge when Captain is unavailable.
Background:
Sagara is an orphan. Her Father was a power-crazy boss. He destroyed his entire family trying to unlock a forbidden technique that he performed on his wife, who was with child at the time. He was arrested and put to death, the whole family was killed and used in his final attempt. Which suceeded. His wife died in the process but the child was affected. Her mother's corpse continued to function long after death due to the abnormal powers Sagara had. The rescue team confined her mother's corpse, thinking she was merely in coma. Her body turned into ash the moment Sagara was born. Sagara was used in various experiments before being subjected to a trial as a "dangerous-unknown" when none of the experiments had results. She was supposed to be put to death, but on that day, a young girl happened to be attending the trial with her father and demanded custody of her. At first, Sagara was wary of the girl and hated everyone around her. But later, after forming a bond with the girl, she learned many new things and left her past behind. She is now a member of the most powerful family created by that same girl and is respected and feared by many.
Personal Info:
Nicknames: Nightmare Sagara/Lady Death
Marks: mole beneath left eye/tatoo of "06" on her tongue.
Scars: Large straight scar down back.
Eye Colour: Black/YellowCat/RedCat
Hair Colour: Dark Blue
Hair style: Long, straight, low ponytail
Skin colour: Creme/Dark-Red
Height: 176cm
Strength(s): Hardworking
Weakness('): Sadness
Favorite:
Drink: Red Wine
Food: Tofu Spaghetti
Colour: Silver
Place: Forest
Animal: Falcon
Activity: Gathering Information
Sport: -none-
Hate:
Drink: Vegetable Juice
Food: Vegetarian Food except tofu
Colour: Gold
Place: Labs
Animal: Shark
Activity: Gathering Information
Sport: All Sports
Peronal Questions:
Do you wear contacts/glasses?
When dealing with documents or reading books, I put on reading glasses.
Any pets?
A silver falcon. He helps me deal with information. His name is Gin.
Who would you like to see right now?
No one in particular...
Have you ever fired a gun?
No.
Right-handed or Left-handed?
I am skilled in using both hands.
Do you have a tattoo?
Yes. *sticks out tongue*
Are you hiding something from someone?
No. I have nothing to hide anymore, thanks to Chiaki-sama.
WHAT DO YOU HAVE HANDY AT YOUR BEDSIDE?
A notepad and a dream decoder.
3 THINGS YOU CAN'T LIVE WITHOUT?
My life was given to me by Chiaki-sama. I live solely for her.
WHAT ARE YOU AFRAID OF?
Labs..... and scientists....
WHAT DID YOU WANNA BE WHEN YOU WERE A KID?
I never thought of that.... Now, I just want to be useful to Chiaki-sama, that's all.
WHAT DO YOU THINK ABOUT BEFORE YOU GO TO BED?
I do not need to sleep, but I think a lot about work.
:: Tuesday, February 9, 2010 ::
Title: Character Sheet: Amehana Chiaki
General Info:
Name: Amehana Chiaki
Age: 18
Gender: Female
Power Source: Self/Will
Main Ability: Creating and Destroying at will
Sub Ability: -none-
Position: Captain
Position Task: To make important decisions and protect group.
Background:
Chiaki grew up in a broken family. Her Father was a powerful man and her mother was his legal, first wife. However, her father had loved another woman and made her his second wife. The second wife gave him a powerless, sickly boy. Her Father began hearing rumours that the boy was not his child and accidentally killed his second wife one night after drinking too much. Her father lost it and became insane. Without proper management, the family business began to collapse. For years, Chiaki just watched. Her mother hated the boy and blamed him for all their misfortune. Her mother then tried to assasinate the boy. But failed because each time, her husband would get in the way. One day, after hearing the truth, that she was not her father's child, she managed to stop her mother's final and most dangerous assasination attempt on her 'brother' and recieved her father's permission and blessing to take his place as the family business' leader. Since, the family business has experienced a miracle comeback and is once more at the top of its kind. Her mother became guilty and started hating her husband. She is now in a prison for attempted murder on her 'half-son' and husband. Chiaki now takes care of her brother, father and the family business. The family business is, running Japan's Underground.
Personal Info:
Nicknames: -none-
Marks: Tatoo of "07" on her chest
Scars: -none-
Eye Colour: Red/White/Blue/Gold
Hair Colour: Black/White
Hair style: Long and flowing
Skin colour: Pale White
Height: 170cm
Strength(s): Cares deeply
Weakness('): Insensitive sometimes
Favorite:
Drink: Strawberry Ice Wine
Food: Cheese Omelettes
Colour: Red
Place: Abandoned Church
Animal: Leopard
Activity: Sleeping
Sport: Archery
Hate:
Drink: Beer
Food: Chilli, Spicy Foods
Colour: Pink
Place: Filthy places; Prison
Animal: Insects
Activity: Work
Sport: Water Sports
Peronal Questions:
Do you wear contacts/glasses?
Nope~ I have perfect, 20-20 vision!
Any pets?
I have some dangerous, exotic pets. My main pet is my snow leopard, Shio.
Who would you like to see right now?
My real father...
Have you ever fired a gun?
Yes.
Right-handed or Left-handed?
Right-handed.
Do you have a tattoo?
Yes. It is on my chest. It has the number "07" on it. and there are small words below which spells my name "Amehana Chiaki" in block letters!
Are you hiding something from someone?
I am hiding my origin from my 'Father'. He has enough trauma to deal with...
WHAT DO YOU HAVE HANDY AT YOUR BEDSIDE?
A dagger, a cellphone and a mirror. It's always best to be prepared!
3 THINGS YOU CAN'T LIVE WITHOUT?
My Family, My Friends, My Will.
WHAT ARE YOU AFRAID OF?
Water! I almost drowned once and never got over the trauma.
WHAT DID YOU WANNA BE WHEN YOU WERE A KID?
A free spirit.
WHAT DO YOU THINK ABOUT BEFORE YOU GO TO BED?
How lucky I am. And try not to think of how long this happiness might last.
Title: Character Sheet: demo
General Info:
Name:
Age:
Gender:
Power Source:
Main Ability:
Sub Ability:
Position:
Position Task:
Background:
Personal Info:
Nicknames:
Marks:
Scars:
Eye Colour:
Hair Colour:
Hair style:
Skin colour:
Height:
Strength(s):
Weakness('):
Favorite:
Drink:
Food:
Colour:
Place:
Animal:
Activity:
Sport:
Hate:
Drink:
Food:
Colour:
Place:
Animal:
Activity:
Sport:
Peronal Questions:
Do you wear contacts/glasses?
Any pets?
Who would you like to see right now?
Have you ever fired a gun?
Right-handed or Left-handed?
Do you have a tattoo?
Are you hiding something from someone?
WHAT DO YOU HAVE HANDY AT YOUR BEDSIDE?
3 THINGS YOU CAN'T LIVE WITHOUT?
WHAT ARE YOU AFRAID OF?
WHAT DID YOU WANNA BE WHEN YOU WERE A KID?
WHAT DO YOU THINK ABOUT BEFORE YOU GO TO BED?
Title: Character Sheet: main
Amehana Chiaki
18
Female
God-moder
Captain
Task: sit there and look cool
Akatsuki Sagara
19
Female
Hellpower-User
Vice-Captain
Task: do what the captain should be doing
Sanosuke Fumi
17
Female
Illusion-User
Tactician
Task: pass on sarcastic remarks throughout the story
Megami Kaoru
19
Female
Fire-User
Technician
Task: to be a ball of energy
Yamano Haru
18
Female
Animal-User
Babysitter
Task: to be a sulking emo
Hanabi Sakura
16
Female
Power-User
Cook
Task: to be super clumsy and get in everyone's way
:: Friday, February 5, 2010 ::
Title: ...
My heart bleeds from the black.
My eyes bleed from holding back tears.
Literal and non-literal shadows
hang over my soul.
Like vultures waiting for my death.
Love is dead.
Well said.
Nothing left for me here.
I feel nothing but death and despair.
I want to leave this place.
But my wings have been torn from my back.
I cannot fly.
I cannot leave.
I can't stand this place.
Its name an opposite.
No feelings of "home" or "family".
Rather a battlefield.
WW3 replaying over and over again.
Its making me numb.
I'm going to numb myself to the pain.
It is way too painful for my own words to heal.
The damage dealt is too much.
I am too human.
Too imperfect.
Too stupid to listen.
Calmer now.
Music blocking out my senses.
ears, bleeding from my sole companion.
The only material thing on my side.
Eyes, on this.
Words.
Help me.
Everything else is numb.
Think of nothing else.
Think of no one else.
Shut it all out.
This has become a rant. but I no longer care.
Silence reigns...
Has the peace returned?
It is too early to tell.
No. It is only that my ears are ringing so much,
the illusion of silence has come upon me.
I hear them.
I don't want to.
I drown them out again.
Thank you.
God.
:: Sunday, January 17, 2010 ::
Title: Kimi ga yume ni mitanda
The storyline:
1. Girl is inside a music room at the end of a long hallway overlooking some trees.
2. Boy is just outside the door, talking to someone else.
3. Girl waits. Is excited because she plans to confess to boy.
4. Later, however, she falls asleep.
5. Guy drapes jacket over her and walks away.
END
continuation:
1. Girl wakes up.
2. Is depressed because she didnt get to confess.
3. Sees jacket.
4. Smiles warmly.
END
continuation:
1. Spots paper in pocket addressed to her.
2. Is actually a crumpled love-letter that the guy wrote for her.
3. At that moment, flustered guy comes back, looking like he was running.
4. He sees the letter and blushes.
5. Tries to explain himself.
6. Girl gets off seat and goes to him. Hugs him.
7. Girl confesses.
8. Guy is a little shocked but smiles and hugs her back.
END
:: Saturday, January 9, 2010 ::
Title: Believe that I believed
I believed
that you were born and died for me.
The lame could walk, the blind could see.
Set free.
I believed
the nails, the cross, the blood was true.
Though no one had a clue,
The good of what you do.
I believed I could be strong.
I believed you're never wrong.
Now I believed that I believed.
So I believe you know,
fully and completely
Perfectly, the one I love.
So I believe you noww,
eternal and forever.
Loving saviour, Loving me.
:: Friday, January 8, 2010 ::
Title: Nightmare 09012010
"Where am I?" were the first thoughts I had the moment I had consciousness.
I was sitting in my grandmother's living room.
It was dark with only the light from the prayer stand filling the room with a warm orange.
I was sitting on the black couch, staring at the blank T.V.
The only thing out of place, I noted, was a black telephone sitting under the window a few steps away.
I closed my eyes to try and figure how I got there.
Knowing that I was spending the night there, it wasn't all that strange to see the living room.
Maybe I had sleepwalked?
I jumped as the phone started ringing and a loud bang was heard at the door at the same time.
It took a moment to recover my senses while my body automatically swerved towards the door.
As soon as I opened the door, he pushed his way in, missing me by a few centimetres.
The phone was still ringing but I had decided to prioritize opening the door for the person who was banging impatiently at the door.
"Why don't you answer the phone?! Do you need an invitation?!" He bellowed as he picked up the phone.
His tone changed as he answered the call,
in wich no information about it shall be revealed.
His face was normal, he talked cheerfully and even laughed a few times.
During this time, I closed the door and walked back to the living room.
However, as soon as he put down the phone, his mask dropped to reveal that face of anger and possibly hatred.
"Hey."
He began, and I knew I was going to have to become his target for anger tonight.
"That paper you did yesterday, Was it the only paper you did this whole holiday?"
He asked, glaring at me as if he was interrogating a criminal.
I nodded.
That was all it took. He flew into a rage and shouted at me,
"The WHOLE holiday you only did ONE paper?! You are going to get your results in three days right?!"
I froze. At least, I was, mentally. My physical frame shook slightly as I held back tears that threatened to spill out. Fear took control of me then as I fought back the primitive urge to flee and fight.
For one, if I fought, I can only imagine the amount of damage I would sustain.
For two, If I flee, he would become even more angry...
However, all logic and thoughts flew out the window when he took a step closer to me, looking like he had killer intentions.
I immediately bolted, fear taking over. Tears flowed hotly down my cheeks as I gasped for breath in between quiet sobs.
As I ran, somewhere at the back of my mind, I noticed that my surroundings were fading away.
As I calmed down, I noticed I had stepped into total darkness.
And I woke up.
Tears were sitting on the edge of my eyes, my body was shaking.
I knew I was worried, but I didn't expect it to get this bad.
I cried a little.
Then decided to go back to sleep.
:: Thursday, January 7, 2010 ::
Title: scene 1
-----------Random conversation--------------
Eve: I wonder what will they say if they saw our conversations...
Seph: >_<
Eve: I doubt they'll get the deep meanings in our conversations though....
Eve: Brb.
----------------Shows conversations to Parents-------------
Mom: this is the kind of things you talk about?!
Eve: Yes.
Dad: What kind of nonsense is this?!
Eve: Well, that is what people my age talk about now. At least the minority of us.
Mom: Then why don't you be like everyone else?
Mom: Why do you want to be the minority?!
Eve: Because, the majority are the ones that talk about suicide as a solution to all their problems.
Eve: The minority are the ones that think of every other solution. So what's wrong with being in the minority?
Mom: Don't give me that. You're giving me a headache. I can't sleep because of your nonsense everyday you know?!
Mom: Why can't you just LISTEN to me?!
Eve: ...
------------------Back to convo------------
Eve: yup.
Seph: ?
Eve: She didnt get it.
:: Wednesday, January 6, 2010 ::
Title: thing
Generation after generation, dragon kith and kin have fallen to their worst enemy,
Humankind.
In ancient lore,
in a time where Humans and Dragons lived apart from each other,
tells the story of a great dragon by the name of Lucifer.
He came down on the capital city, Everania.
And in one night,
It was gone.
The Everani of that time has never forgotten the treachery of the dragons.
They're bloodkind detest all to do with dragonkind.
They have integrated into society but kept to themselves, forming their own race.
Now in modern society,
The king of all humankind, Silas, is a Everani, and he and his people will stop at nothing to eradicate all dragonkind.
yada yada....
not tonight....
my materia is not with me.
:: Monday, January 4, 2010 ::
Title: rebirth//revenge
Unable to take it anymore, tears began to well in her bright blue eyes.
Her whole frame shook in the moonlight and her back facing him seemed to shrink.
He took this chance to reinforce his "attack".
"it's over."
As soon as the words left his mouth, she turned and flung herself at him. Grabbing onto the front of his shirt, she cried out:
"Don't leave me! I care about you! God told me, She may understand, but she doesn't care. Please, Don't do it!"
Her tears flowed like two salty rivers down her red cheeks.
She gripped the fabric tighter.
His face held a seblance of pity yet his harsh mask stood.
"You aren't yourself. Calm down first..."
He began but was cut off when she sharply pushed away and slapped him.
"I BLOODY am calm!"
He straightened up and looked at her.
She cringed away at his glare but he ignored that and continued.
He took a step forward and laughed a bitter laugh.
He bent down slightly until he was eye level with her and said with a kind smile,
"Oh? First of all, you cannot back up your claim.
Second, it seems that your logic is based around what you actually know. Which is little. If God wanted you to stop me, he would have told you things I never told you. But all you've been saying is based on what I told you.
Third, your point was never clear. Don't do WHAT?
And finally. God does not discourage love. He encourages it. Even if it may go bad, God will support us. He won't ever ask one to stop loving because it's not possible. THis is God. He isn't forceful.
And He always gives peace when you're doing the right thing. Right now, you're frustrated. Bad sign. Think about it..."
Fury flared up in her eyes like a spark but she kept it in half-check.
"Me? Frustrated? You obviously don't know me." She replied with a smirk.
She glared rebelliously back at him.
He blinked once. twice. then sighed as he straightened back up.
He looked back gently like a parent with an unruly child.
"Is this the best you can do?"
an unsaid question visible in his eyes.
In that second, she lost it.
She could see that this battle was lost and she screamed at him,
"Fine! Be that way! I don't care what happens to the two of you anymore.!"
She picked up a few stones and stated hurling them at him while screaming incoherently.
"What. Ever. Happens. Is. No. Longer. My. Business!"
she screamed between throws.
Finally she stopped.
she was panting away, weak from her fit.
He dusted his coat with his hand, flicking off pieces of debris.
He turned away from her and said in an unusually harsh voice,
"yup. And I knew it when I said you hadn't let go yet. So I'm just not gonna talk to you until you do.
This is goodbye. Ciao.
Look for me when you're done if you want. You're right. God knows. you don't. So don't claim to speak on his behalf when all you want is for me to stay away from her. Because god won't abandon her, nor will he expect me to.
God bless. May peace live in your heart. And the stars shine brightly for you."
And he walked away from the girl, silently collapsed into a heap on the cold, stony earth.
Miles away, he heard an eruption of sobs mixed with another strange unearthly sound.
Laughter?
This is not the end.
THE END.
Title: sheep
baa.
baa.
black sheep.
have you no sense of pride or shame?
first given to men,
who lack nothing but pain.
next to ladies,
with nothing to gain.
and finally children,
who are all but tame.
run.
sheep.
run.
little black sheep run.
run from men who want you dead.
run from girls who laugh instead
like children hiding all afraid.
Title: coded message.
Softly your eyes rest on mine.
Ebony, brown, with bits of shine.
Reading in between the lines.
All that has been written.
Softly spoken whispered words.
Pushing at unthinkable thirst.
Let tomorrow do its worst.
Coming round the last of curbs.
Softly caressing gentle touch.
So little yet, to me, so much.
Building on this fragile trust.
Slowly only if we must.
Softly your presence drifts away.
Only to the background stay.
This love of ours will never fray.
Like past ones where lambs run astray.
ailiuhvyug-ohsaff.
XP
Title: 3
Terror strikes you down,
you cry towards heaven.
Why hast thou forsaken me?!
Thrashing limbs and piercing sound,
you wonder if you have mistaken.
Half-heartedly asking to be set free.
You want the chains of bondage tighter,
unshaken from your reverie.
You think you are the victim and brave heroine, nigh.
You are neither.
Dashed your half-dreams are tonight,
knowing not the sound of lfight.
Weighted down by your own heart.
Still trapped in your own illusion,
we call for you,
you turn away.
Straight towards a cliff you're headed.
Still you cry in disarray.
Why have you forsaken me?!
Then from above a voice calls out.
My child, stop.
Go no further.
Rest now and let me heal your pain.
I have a new path set for you.
Now follow me.
But no, our brave "heroine" in her fit of sorrow,
throws aside her rescuer's attempt to save.
And plunges headlong into her own depression.
All the while saying,
He is with me.
I shall wait.
I shall win.
This day you have won.
But I shall prevail.
And all who looked on,
laughed bitterly.
Turning their hats down.
Who would have known.
Who could have foreseen.
That she could be this foolish.
Title: 2
Die in my hands,
yonder traitor.
Or shall I spare thee from harm.
Perish in dreams,
Nightmares fatal.
Or shall I give thee new life.
Resistant once-friends,
now-hater.
Or shall I tell thee the known truth.
Live you how you wish to live.
Regret not the path thy heart has chosen.
Pain and suffering be your only companions.
For you have forsaken your saving grace.
Title: 1
The sun is beating down harshly,
trod along like the prisoner you are,
never look back and in timely
fashion you will see it lead you back.
Walk in the circle.
walk round and round and go no further.
you brought this upon yourself.
so live in your regrets.
:: Wednesday, July 29, 2009 ::
Title: random
Carry me up the twisted stairs of Yggdrasil.
Far beyond the Heavens and Stars.
Take me away to Hvergelmir.
Let all the Spirits see.
The promise of eternal love.
That you promised you would make to me.
Title: waiting for you is like waiting for rain in this drought
Wait for the storm to blow over...
And it would be too late.
Wait for thawing Winter...
And leave my life to fate.
Wait for all eternity...
And stand to lose forever.
Wait for you to realise...
And I will return... never.
:: Wednesday, July 22, 2009 ::
Title: My name is : random snippet
The lady sat the chalice down with a soft clink. With eyes cast downwards and head slightly bowed, she seemed almost demure. "If only not for the anxious side glances and trembling hands.", mused the stranger.
The lady's head dipped once and she began to back away. Watching this, Lucian sighed.
"You are afraid of me." He stated in a gentle, soft voice. It wasn't just a mere observation. It was a fact. The lady's chocolate brown eyes flickered upwards for a moment, then down again.
"I do not, my lord." She whispered, voice shaky. The stranger's starlight eyes grew dark. He stood as one hand came down hard onto the intricately carved table with a resounding bang. His hand got nicked by one of the sharp grooves but he didn't seem to notice. His voice, deep and rich, echoed in the Dining Hall.
"You fear me. Why must you lie? I am the Angel of Salvation. I am the Demon of Chaos. I instill peace and I instill fear. I bring hope and I bring hate. I am the bringer of the End and the Beginning. I am the One. I am immortal. I cannot die. I am unlike you. Human. At least not entirely. So, you still deny that you fear me?" He softened at the sight of the trembling girl, frozen in place, head seemingly parallel to the marble floor. "You fear me," he continued softer and gentler, "that's why you slipped poison into my drink." The girl stiffened at the accusation and her arms became limp at her sides. It started with a soft chuckle, then, it evolved into a mad laugh. The girl's head jerked back to face him.
"Fear you?! I don't fear you! I hate you! I loathe you. I curse the day you were born! I want to kill you! I want you to die!" She let out a blood-curdling scream and lunged at him, stilletto materialising in her hand.The stranger stood still, unafraid of the Bringer of Certain Death. Before she could strike, several of the servants rushed forth to restrain her. She screamed and writhed and clawed at them. Her tame brown eyes were now flat black and wild. Her hair seemed to have a life on its own and lashed out at whoever came too close. Her hands were claws, digging into the flesh of her own people and her feet no longer obeyed her. Hatred had consumed her soul, transforming her into a Dark Creature.
"Do something! Silence this wench! Protect the guest!" The host, now standing, shouted wildly at the remaining servants who were glued to their spots. With his arms flailing, usually pale face red and flustered, squeeling like a pig, the stranger couldn't help but turn away and chuckle.
Deciding he should help, he lifted his hand and pointed a long, slender finger towards the writhing black mass. Everyone was silent and still, save for the struggling creature. The stranger closed his starlight eyes and sighed, preparing himself. Taking this chance, the creature broke free of the men and struggled to move towards it's prey. The creature was reaching out to him when his eyes snapped open, a dangerous blood-red rimmed with gold.
"Be still. Your life is no more. May your body rest in peace." His velvety voice filled the hall, thick with magic. The creature slowed to a halt and seemed to spasm. "Be still." He said and the air resonated with magic. The creature tensed and tried to rebel against the spell. Everyone held their breath as the creature's claw slowly inched forward towards the stranger's throat. Then it faltered and the whole creature fell to the floor as if the strings attached to the puppet was suddenly cut.
The host regained his senses and shouted an order for the creature to be taken away. He rushed to the stranger and started a stream of incoherent "sorry"s and "please forgive me"s. The stranger was amused and a little embarassed but was too tired. The spell had eaten into his precious reserves and sat back into the chair. he lifted a hand to stop the man's blubbering. "I was mistaken", he thought with a groan, distracting himself with the food on his plate. "If anyone is afraid of me, it would be this man. And his people. They are afraid of me." His face fell, much to the distress of his Host and speared a piece of meat. Popping the morsel into his mouth, he was reminded once again of who he was. An immortal lives forever, eternally alone. Melancholy filled his once again starlight eyes. He broke from his silent brooding at a slight shuffling of feet and looked up nonchalantly at his Host, still anxious and unnereved.
"I'm sorry you had to see something like that." The host said softly. Though it had disturbed him, the stranger wanted to quickly forget the night's event. He flashed a brilliant smile at the older man.
"That's okay." The starnger's voice was warm and kind. "I'm used to it." Fork still in hand, he speared another piece of meat and ate it, relishing the taste of venison. Seeing that his host had yet to calm down, the stranger decided to play out the nicities. "The food is delicious by the way. Send my compliments to the chef." He flashed another blinding smile, finishing up his plate. The host flushed at the compliment and finally smiled back.
"Thank you, sir. You are most generous." he said cordially, returning to the pace of a good host. The stranger was later shown to his room. After giving brief instructions not to be disturbed, he shut himself in and placed wards around the windows and door. After surveying the room and finding it safe, he lay down.
"I have a long journey ahead. I cannot afford to have another battle like that. I hate feeling like this. So weak and pitiful. Better rest up." The stranger absentmindedly caressed the nape of his neck in an attempt to calm himself down. He groaned and shifted into a comfortable position, letting sleep claim him. He will have no dreams tonight. Nothing to distract him from rest. So, he starts to restore his strength to himself. To prepare for what lies ahead.
:: Wednesday, July 15, 2009 ::
Title: random thing...
I lift my eyes to gaze at you,
The lamb upon the throne.
My saviour, my king, my everything.
You return my gaze,
I'm filled with love.
My father, my brother, my one and only.
You shaped me to be like you,
molded every living thing into what they are.
My creator, my salvation, my torniquet.
:: Tuesday, July 14, 2009 ::
Title: Chase me
Summer is long over.
It is autmun now.
Wind has stopped patronising me.
Shes got out her cruel smile.
I smile back to her.
Stare right through the forming snow.
Wind in winter is not free.
She is chained down.
Now its my turn.
North wind.
Hes blowing.
So, I fly.
Title: Character Profile: Luce
Name: Luce von Licht
Gender: Male
Age: 16
Race: Human
Description: tall.dark.brooding.NOT. Luce is the reluctant hero. Dragged out of his happy, care-free life and casts into the world he once cared not for. Once upon a time, Luce was the Prinze of Latvicia. He couldn't care less for his people nor for his duties as future ruler. He created an unpenetrable mental circle around himself, only letting in his father, younger sister, and twin brother. The elder of the twins, he only offered to take over his "responsibilities" because of his love for family. One day, his peace is destroyed after an assasin happens to appear. In the form of his mother! Now, Luce sets out on a journey wrought with, peril, politics, truth and lies. His mettle will be tested. He will be driven to the edge. Will he open his heart to those around him? Will he prevail in his quest to restore what was lost? Or will he fall, failing those who watch him as The Last King.
Author's notes: OMG. it turned into a story des. AH!!! Anyways... Luce is LAZY. EXTREMELY. but to a certain extent. Luce will not lift a finger to do anything for anyone or anything other than himself, his family and his own causes. His pride, and laziness, won't allow it. A really proud fellow btw. Stubborn as a rock embedded into hard earth.
Description 2: Hmm... okay... Let's make his hair... STARLIGHT. His eyes... GREYISH-BLUE! Pale complexion, Slim and slender yet appropriately toned and built in... well, certain areas. (sorry, me don't take biology so not so good at this kinda stuff. XD) hmm... Boyish face, wasted with an ever-present stoic expression. hmm... yup.
If there's anything else, I'll add later... yup... for now, this should be fine... yup. THANKS to fans (even though I know theres little of you), for your support and undying loyalty. waiting for me and pushing me on. I dedicate this story to you all! XD
:: Friday, July 10, 2009 ::
Title: Sister
I want to scream so much.
But I can't. I can't say anthing against her. I cannot.
I want so much to swear and cuss at her. To turn the blasphemy she utters back at her. Hatred swells in my heart, yet I'm filled with deep melancholy. I cannot strike back at her, no matter what she says.
"She's so stupid."
"A waste of my bedroom space."
"She pretends to be so good, but she never listens in class and gets f9s and underlines all over her report book."
"Useless. Stupid. Waste of electricity."
lies. blasphemy. hatred. anger. sadness.
What have I done to deserve this? All I did was love you, try to help you, try to understand you and help you stand on your own two feet.
What did I do to you?
But, afterall, I cannot hate you.
Because, you are,
my one and only sister.
and after all that you say and do to me.
Throw a scissors at my head.
Threaten to chop me with a kitchen knife.
Drowning me by 'accident'.
Laughing and mocking my every downfall.
After all that, I cannot hate you.
I may be angry. I may say hurtful things, but I can never hate you.
So, why do you hate me?
:: Thursday, May 21, 2009 ::
Title: 사랑해
Tears at the morgue,
they've fallen so freely,
but they are not for the dead.
Don't you think they are pitiful,
cursed with the shadows of memories,
the ones that are left behind.
Sadness is a poison that kills slowly,
tomorrow, my dear friends at the morgue,
you might just see a familiar face.
:: Monday, May 18, 2009 ::
Title: 18052009
Hidden in the emerald fields,
amongst the flowers and fairy rings,
sleep in the craddle of the wisps,
and here the merrow sings.
See the banshee,
tears of amber,
Like the fairy,
trying to remember.
Don't get caught by the grey kelpie,
you reap what you sow,
you sow what you reap.
Trifle not with yonder selkie,
carried away you might be.
:: Friday, May 15, 2009 ::
Title: 16052009 - Banshee
young woman,
fair hair,
dressed in white or grey.
sing a song,
serve her tea,
and maybe she will stay.
young woman,
fair hair,
dressed in white or grey.
don't be silly,
don't be daft,
don't be tricked by fey.
Title: 15052009
The clink and clatter of cutlery and plates fused with the jovial chattering of individual conversations filled the Great Hall. It was Christmas eve and a scrumptious meal was laid out for the students at Winterford. Amongst the different topics of speech; wondering about gifts, prattling on about the winter collection, feeling relieved at exam's end, and maybe a bit of romance? Let us zoom in on Grey.
Grey, the third year student. Grey, the popular guy. Grey, the lovesick puppy.
Grey stared across the table at Languine Sadrinka, the beautiful foreign exchange student. I say beautiful because, amongst the thorns of a school whose majority of it's student population was dominantly male, she was one of fifty girls which made up less than 10% of the school populace. And of the fifty girls, she was the only foreign student. As appealing as the local girls are, guys were attracted to the mysterious and the strange, and to them, Sadrinka was an unknown oddity that stood out wherever she was simply because she was different.
Sadrinka ate only vegetables, drank only water and the occasional soda, smiled more than any girl, laughed more than any girl, could brighten up a room just by walking into it, and most of all, she swept the breath of the male population away. She was the beautiful, ever-smiling, kind and caring lady from over the waters.
Sadrinka caught Grey staring and shot him a breathtaking smile. He immediately feels his heart flip and looks to his left. Maple, the local girl-next-door, was deeply, madly, truely in love with Grey. Pitiful thing has been rejected a few times. But she's still at it. Grey caught a few pairs of eyes staring at Sadrinka and he decides to ask a stupid question. The question that started a chain reaction that turned into the biggest disaster of Christmas eve that Winterford has ever had.
"Sadrinka. Have you noticed... anything about the... guys?" He asked. Now, Grey was a very straight forward person. But a question like this, he couldn't have known how to phrase it. After all, he's only 18.
Sadrinka, drew up her piercing cerulean eyes and smiled another sweeter-than-honey smile, causing Grey to inwardly blush.
"Yes. And?" She answered. Now, Sadrinka was the type who thought that if she had something to flaunt, why not? So a question like this, she could answer with ease.
"Erm... I was wondering... If anyone has asked you... to the Winter ball...?" He flashed her a charming smile that was his pride and joy but still held a slight blush on his cheeks. After all, Winterford only introduced girls this year and at his first dance, he didn't know what to do. Or what to expect.
Sadrinka's smile widened. She tittered a little and looked down. Small actions like that was enough to drive people mad. Including Maple. She eyed the girl with an almost ferocious look. Now, the difference between the local beauty queens and the foreign newcomers were that, the locals were more aggresive. They were protective and stubborn, as in their nature.
:: Wednesday, May 13, 2009 ::
Title: 13052009
"Don't you remeber? You were there too." Wijono asked, sitting at the edge of the bed. Jean sat on the table, emnating rays of gloom and despair. All eyes were on her as each of her friends glanced worried looks at each other.
"Hah? I don't remember such a thing happening." Eve said puzzled but her jawline tightened in anger. Beverly just stared back and forth, obviously as confused as Eve was.
"She wouldn't know because it was on the phone." Jean interjected on Eve's behalf just as Wijono was about to say something. Jean continued to fade back into silent reverie, the dark aura seemingly more obvious now than before.
"What's all this about?"
"Oh." Both Eve and Beverly said at the same time. Wijono glanced at Jean, then sighed. Jean looked at us, then at Wijono, hoping maybe she would be the one to tell us.
"I think Jean should tell you." Wijono said darkly and all eyes were on Jean again, waiting patiently for her response. We got one.
Jean shuffled slightly on the table as Wijono and Beverly seemed to leean forward in silent anticipation. Even Eve turned in her swivel chair to face Jean, giving her full attention.A mix of emotions flashed across Jean's face, darkening it. Then she looked up at us and began her tale in dark, heavy tones.
"Guys, I can't find my wallet!" Jean said, her voice edgy. The others stared at her for a moment, unsure of what to do. In a second, they were talking all at once.
"Oh my! Where did you last see it?!"
"That's bad. You sure you've looked everywhere?"
"Hey. Maybe it is still in school."
Eve and Sakura stopped searching Jean's pockets and bags to stare at Wijono. After all, she had been the one with Jean almost the whole day, so if she had left it in school, Wijono might have known.
Jean gave a panicked look as her eyes flew open and she almost shouted at her.
"I don't know, should we go back and check?!" Jean's voice was laced with fear and the edginess was unnerving. There was an almost wild look about her now and her knuckles went white as her grip on her harversack tightened.
"All my savings is in there!" She cried out. She still had a smile on her face but somehow it just made her look hysterical. "Maybe its so we won't be worried." Eve thought to herself. "Well too late."She thought as she opened her mouth to suggest something, but she was spoken for.
"Why don't you just call someone. I'm sure there are still people there right?" Sakura said nonchalantly. Jean scrambled for her phone and frantically punched in a bunch of numbers.
"Hello? Zoe?"
Eve and Sakura froze but dared not say anything.
"Ya. It's Jean. I left something in school. A packet. Could you help me check if its there?"
a pause.
"It's just a short while only."
Jean began to become desperate. The wild look that was threatening to emerge before was now spreading out like wildfire.
"Please! You are a classmate. Just help me this once."
another pause.
"I'm not that close to her!"
pause. Jean was about the say something but she cut off and left her mouth hanging open. She looked like she was about to cry. She was all flustered and turned to Wijono and spoke to her while Eve and Sakura talked to each other, completely oblivious to what was going on.
It ended up as Jean going back to school with Sakura to look for her money while Wijono and Eve stayed at the mall to shop. Jean found her packet, with everything inside and the four continued the day without much of a hitch, as if nothing had happened.
"What she had said... She asked me to ask Julianca 'cause she had a man fixing her fish tank in her house." Jean said. Wijono and Beverly had an incredulous look about them and Eve muttered " I can imagine what tank he was fixing..." so softly no one else could hear.
"Then I said I wasn't close to her. I mean, Zenith is a classmate. It is okay for her to go into our classroom. Even if Julianca went, she would look suspicious going into a class not hers and taking out a packet of cash belonging to a person she isn't close to, right?"
When she finnished, a flash of anger flashed in and out of her eyes and she sighed for the upteenth time since this started. Everyone's brows were knitted together, in deep concentration on the story.
"And then she said "Well, I'm not close to you." to me..."
By now, every one was staring incredulously is Jean. She shot back a "I know" look and grinned sheepishly. Wijono stared sullenly at her feet and Beverly took this opportunity to suddenly be so interested in the patterns on the bed. Eve's expression merely darkened before turning back to the computer.
Silent anger fell upon the room and dragged on for a half moment before they unsealed the lid. Emotions flowed like a river. The atmosphere ebbed and flowed before finally descending into peace. And with that, smiles returned to our girl's faces and the story has thus ended.
THE END
:: Wednesday, May 6, 2009 ::
