------I created this weird exposition for a story with the help of my best friend during the end of may. Our protagonist was a villain who wanted to Kill time itself. Not like killing time as we know it such as wasting time, nor stopping time and freezing it, but rather to make it stop existing. We have been reading Watchmen around that time and we were fascinated by the characters and plots. We don't have a name for our protagonist yet, but we have decided that killing time was his ulterior goal. He wishes for it to die. When that happens, everything will cease to exist everything will be empty, just like a blank sheet of paper. Even he wont survive it if he does succeed. Because of this, we gave him a devious personality, like the joker or Iago from Othello.
------The antagonist is a girl who can time-travel, but her methods of time traveling aren't super power based, nor ability based. She's dependent of a time machine, kinda like Dr Who's Tardis. Though her means of time traveling is also limited because it is like a saving and loading process such as found in video games. Because time moves in a linear direction forward, she can go back to various saves files she has in the past, and alter and change events that took place. She can't go into the future because she doesn't have save files there, as it didn't happen yet. Ultimately, she uses these save files and loads herself into points of time. It kinda gets tricky because where ever she is is considered "the present". I can probably go indepth more but, its tricky to explain without visualizations. Her memories are also susceptible to change as she change the time so she keeps everything in a journal.
------I'm writing in the view-point of the time traveling girl, so technically she'll be my protagonist and Kill-time guy is the antagonist. But he's writing in the view-point of him. This will be an interesting project that we'll be doing. We don't know when to start yet cause he's all over Destiny's Beta and I have my band that's not really a band stuff.
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------I sat on the roof of my apartment building. Its weird here in Boston, It reminds of sort of Philadelphia. Sometimes, I can see some stars at night, mainly Polaris and Orion's belt as they shine brightly enough, that I could see them in New York too. I think about how vast and big space is and how we're all living under its blanket. I guess it makes me kinda smile a little, knowing that despite how far he is away from me; he's still here under the same stars as me. I wonder if he stares at them at night too. I guess that you can probably tell that I'm a little home sick.
------I called him the other day, I sensed something was wrong. Its weird to describe it. It was like a small cry for help that came from within. It was quiet first but as it echoed and reverberated, It became deafening. I guess you can say we have this weird connection. It's strange too though, that when ever I'm hurting he swears he can hear the same cry. Sometimes I think if we are somehow have our souls linked together. Sometimes I want to sever it...
------Anyways I called him via Skype, I miss his voice with his subtle tones of eh and meh. I miss his marshmallow cheeks and despite how many times he claims that hes fat, he isn't. Sometimes I think he has a view point of someone anorexic, but he doesn't restrict himself to the s**t they do. He got himself a haircut, which I'm still getting used to, he looks good though. Sometimes I wonder how long have I been away. I miss New York, I wanna go home.
------I also miss his guitar playing, sometimes I find myself wasting time on you tube just to see if he uploaded stuff, or maybe re-watch some of his stuff patches. I wonder if he caught up to my level yet. He didn't play for me when we were talking, said the guitars needed repair because the ceiling came down on them. He showed me the scratches on my guitar, I cringed on the inside. He also told me this symbolic story of how my guitar kinda shielded his. I call don't believe it, but he promises he'll take better care and try to fix it.
------"At least you didn't get hurt heh."
------"Yeah, lucky right?" He gave that half-smile and scratched the back of his head whilst looking away in the corner.
------"Well yeah you know what they say, 'battle scars', or 'it gives character'." I sigh, "I'm really glad your okay though..."
------"Thanks, uhh listen Ani, I gotta go... help out with the ceiling again, you know?"
------"Mhmm" I smile softly.
------"Sorry about your guitar again, but yeah I'll talk to you soon" He waves nonchalantly, and ends the call.
------I typed on chat box, I miss you, but then backspaced it. I don't wanna sound to attached, and he probably has more problems, and he shouldn't be worrying about me. Instead I type "Nice hearing from you again" and "you have my number, text me or call if you ever need me" and lastly, to make him smile when he reads this "Kthnxbye".
------I do wonder, if I really have been gone away for a long time now...
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------So yeah, these are two of my Unposted stuff. I'm posting them now because I can't sleep and its 5:48 AM. Tell me what you think, leave a comment below and such, I always love reading those.
And yeah, This is Anikacy, signing out!
